The Borrowed Life of Frederick Fife

by Anna Johnston

Grief was love with nowhere to go.

The pain of mourning something you’d never truly had was all too familiar to him. Surely it must hurt even more to be rejected by someone you’d once known, once held.

When memory goes, you see, all that’s left is emotion. What we have for breakfast or where we parked the car or what year it is doesn’t matter, but we still feel who we love—and we love each other very, very much.”

Love is . . . about picking someone up and never, ever putting them down again, no matter how heavy things become.”

Sometimes “until death do us part” just wasn’t long enough.

“Asking for help isn’t failing, you know—it’s refusing to fail.”