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The right thing often takes the most courage and the most sacrifice.
“Hearts have a way of healing when necessary.”
“Will she remember me?” I asked over the lump in my throat. “You are a part of who she is, and of who she will become,” he said. “There is nothing in the world that shapes a child more than a mother.” “But I wasn’t her mother.” “Of course you were, Madame Vachon.” “But you said yesterday that she was never mine.” He cleared his throat. “She wasn’t. But you were hers. And you will be always.”
“Being a parent means letting go, doesn’t it? We give our children wings, but then they must fly alone.”
Life continues, even when we are powerless over the things that hurt us. Life continues, even when we can’t know the future.
The future never looks the way we expect it to, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be beautiful.”
The beauty brought tears to my eyes, for it reminded me that ends could be beautiful, but they were always followed by beginnings. I couldn’t know what beginnings were in store for me in a life without Gabriel, a life without Josiane. But I understood, gazing out at the brilliant western sky, that I couldn’t live my life staring at only the endings. I needed to look east, toward each new day. The future never looks the way we expect it to, Monsieur Rochefort had said, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be beautiful.
