The Twelve (The Passage, #2)

by Justin Cronin

Strange how one minute life was a certain way and then it was another, and you couldn’t remember what you’d done to make it all happen.

“Do you miss him?” “Every day.” A somber silence passed; then Peter said, “I’ll tell you something, though. As long as we remember a person, they’re not really gone. Their thoughts, their feelings, their memories, they become a part of us.