“Why would I want to live in a world in which I never knew her? Never saw her happy? Never got to take a small part in the journey of her life? Why would I not want the many wonderful memories I have of her? Knowing her changed me, and losing her changed me as well. That’s life, boy. To not have known her, to lose my memories of her, would be to lose her all over again and to lose myself. Grief and pain aren’t gone once a wound scars over, are they?”
