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I didn’t want to face all the things that made the world unpredictable, the events that had caused so many others pain. When I’d said as much, Harding scolded me. “You must be aware of the world around you. To understand the threads that bind us all together.”
Do what will bring you joy, but don’t rush. It takes time to know everything that you are and all that you can do.
She’d once told my mother that the lack of clutter would be her inheritance,
How could I expect it to remain the same? Time waits for no one.”
“Sleep on it, then,” he said in that charming lilt. “Your worries will always be there, waiting for you in the morning. Better to greet them with a clear head.”
but I wasn’t crying because I was leaving my childhood behind. I was crying because I was saying goodbye to a summer that had left me struggling to figure out what was right and wrong, and the type of person I wanted to be.
“It goes by quick,” my grandmother said. “Don’t forget to leave time for the things that really matter.”
“Life goes faster than you’d expect. Keep making a point to do the things that make you happy,
“I think the things that we hide from others are more about a fear of being honest with ourselves,” he said. “The world wants us to be perfect, and when we’re not, it can be hard to admit that.”
There were nights I sat waiting for the tears to come, to offer me some form of relief from the ache in my blood.
His body had been a part of hers, and now, she was gone.
“I think sometimes, things just happen. Then it’s up to us to deal with the aftermath.”
They were close. Life has a way of testing friendships, but a true friend will be there forever.”
had. I was so caught up in the idea that I was the one who always had to fix things, or the world would fall apart. Well, sometimes the word fell apart anyway.
“I know that everyone dies, but she’s my mother. She’s . . . her. She’s not someone who just gets sick and dies. The woman never even had a cough drop or a Tylenol when I was growing up. I . . .” She went silent. “I don’t want this to be the end.”
“I keep trying to remind myself that death is a part of life,” I said. “That doesn’t make it easier to say goodbye.” “Well, your grandmother shaped who you are,” Tia said. “Losing her is like losing a piece of yourself. A blueprint of your heart.” I
