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“Well, I guess you can’t always rely on feeling in love. That comes and goes. It’s a decision, too, you know. You have to look after it.
They say that time heals, yet the ache still caught his breath. Grief is often invisible to the outside world—Fred was like still water whose reflection mirrored the sun but concealed dark and murky depths underneath. He often wondered how his body still held together when his soul had broken into a million pieces.
She’d felt cross at the sun for shining so brightly on a day when all light had been lost.
Love is . . . about picking someone up and never, ever putting them down again, no matter how heavy things become.”
How much grief could a body handle in a lifetime?
“Oh, Dad,” she said softly. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry you never got the chance to be forgiven.”
having a dad was priceless.
