The Berry Pickers

by Amanda Peters

If the spirit world does exist, it’ll be good to see those people I’ve lost. Be good to give them a hug and tell them I love them, tell them I’m sorry. I have apologies to say on both sides of the great divide. If heaven doesn’t exist, I guess I’ll never know, so I’m not going to let it bother me.

It’s funny what you remember when something goes wrong. Something that would never stick in your memory on an ordinary day gets stuck there permanent.

I think I’ve always known that something was out of place. But when I was young, I understood it was me. Then I quickly forgot why.

She’s just scared she’s going to lose you. That’s all. Nothing more, nothing less. That has to count for something, a love that big.”

I don’t think anyone remembers when they started to make sense of the world.

Fate is a trickster. He likes to set up all the clues just to see if you can put them together and make sense out of things you never thought to make sense of in the first place.

There was love in that house, but none of us really knew what to do with it.

Sometimes I have trouble finding meaning in the things that happen to me, but I assume that the universe knows what it’s doing.