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300 pages, Hardcover
First published October 7, 2014
“We can’t force life to do what we want when we want it. We can’t change yesterday or control tomorrow. We can only live today as best we can. And it just might turn out better than expected.”
He let her cry without offering trite condolences. She'd been the recipient of the gamut of them when her father died, each a hollow bell of no solace. From the pillow-embroidered reflections - "Better to have loved and lost" - to the biblical - "You must be strong through the Valley of the Shadow of Death" - they did so little but force the sufferer into a position of gratitude: "Thank you so, so much for your kindness." When all you felt was ... loss. Deep, unrelenting loss. That kind of despair frightened people. Friends, neighbors, acquaintances feared it was catching like a virus, so they'd put on sterile gloves to hand out the "Our thoughts are with you" when really their thoughts were sprinting away as fast as possible. It was too painful to recognize: mortality.