Another Life

by Kristin Hannah

So why did it still hurt, after all these years? You’d think a heart would grow calluses at some point.

Grief was like a rain cloud; sooner or later, if you were patient, it moved on.

once you strapped yourself into a race car and roared onto the fast track, you forgot to slow down and see the scenery. Everything was a blur except the finish line.

This too shall pass. Life has a way of going on, and you do your best and move with it. A broken heart heals. Like every wound, there’s a scar, a memory, but it fades. Finally you realize that an hour has passed without your thinking about it, then a day.

“Everyone makes mistakes, honey. Growing up loved doesn’t shield you from that.”