Earls Trip (Earls Trip, #1)

by Jenny Holiday

“Your eyes are the color of home.”

This. This is more than love more than infatuation. This is safety and compassion and understanding and wisdom. This is home.

Captivity, no matter how comfortable, is still captivity.

So often in life we go with the flow. We do what makes others happy or what they expect and put who we are on the back burner. Sometimes we but these chains on us ourselves and even though everyone else is happy and we wear a smile and laugh, it’s captivity none the less….self imposed or not.

She had called it “Rose, Thorn, Bud.” She would lie next to him in his bed, and they would look back over the day and name their roses and their thorns, the rose being the best part of the day and the thorn being the worst. Then, the bud: a hope for the next day.

Sounds like something I want to implement with my grands.

“Whatever the source of that interlude of lucidity, it was a gift.”

Having lived life with an Alzheimer’s patient (my grandfather) this statement hit me right in my emotions. Such a true remark.