My Friends

by Fredrik Backman

Angry at himself, angry at the artist, and most of all angry at death for having such good taste. Always taking the best first.

You can’t love someone out of addiction, all the oceans are the tears of those who have tried.

Yet the most remarkable thing about losing a parent is that you don’t even need to miss them for their loss to be felt. The basic function of a parent is just to exist. You have to be there, like ballast in a boat, because otherwise your child capsizes.