Juniper Bean Resorts to Murder (Happily Ever Homicide, #1)

by Gracie Ruth Mitchell

We all keep the dead in our own ways; they never leave us. Not really. The parting of life from a body can never erase memories or teachings or likenesses.

The human brain is little more than three pounds and can be held in two cupped hands, but the emotions it produces are so big, so nebulous and tangled.

How much of that past do I keep? How much do I let go? And how do I separate the two?

We keep our dead, and our dead keep us. We remember them, and they in turn find us at the moments we don’t expect—a flash of memory on a summer’s day, a snippet of an old favorite song, a long-lost photograph unearthed.

We couldn’t shine so brightly as human beings if we never knew the shadows.

Any time your presence causes people to change, you’re making history.

Because maybe, if I can figure the scary things out, they won’t be so scary anymore.

though to be fair, if we were able to acknowledge the need for mental health days, I wouldn’t have to be so dishonest.