Titles escape me

I would like to speak to someone right now. But all the people I know are somewhere far away, lost in their world as I in mine. I want to tell them that for one instance, I can feel it. I can understand.

I wish for one second that you were here, flesh and blood, so that I can look at your face that I don't recall and touch your hands and have you envelop me in your arms as you had so many years ago.

I finished reading The Lovely Bones.

"I realized how much I wished I could be where my mother was. His love for my mother wasn't about looking back and loving something that would never change. It was about loving my mother for everything--for her brokenness and her fleeing, for her being there right then in that moment before the sun rose and the hospital staff came in. It was about touching that hair with the side of his fingertip, and knowing yet plumbing fearlessly the depths of her ocean eyes."

P.S. I have no idea how you can make me laugh hysterically when all I want to do is sob.