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The quietness of it being just him was more deafening than any family noise he used to grumble about.
By sorting out her wardrobe it felt as if he was saying goodbye to her all over again. He was clearing her out of his life.
It was difficult to remember when he stopped being young and became an old man.
They had their own lives now. Where once Miriam was their sun and he their moon, Dan and Lucy were now distant stars in their own galaxies.
Sometimes not talking about her made it feel like her memory was fading away.
And he did like tigers. They were strong, majestic, colorful beasts, prowling around with the key purposes in life of hunting, eating and mating. Humans were so different with their lives of meekness and worry.
Arthur really didn’t want to leave the security of his house, the smothering comfort of his routine.
How easily young people could dismiss death, as if it was some far-off country that they’d never get to visit.
The innocence of being young and thinking that your parents would last forever had been broken.
She didn’t, of course, need protection, as she had a brown belt in karate, but it would be nice to feel that way.
The thing was, when you got to his age, it was unlikely that there would be more wonderful days to come. Ones where you stopped and thought, I will remember this day forever.
These young people would think they had their whole lives in front of them, unaware that it would pass in the blink of an eye.
He was going to be seventy. It was no cause for celebration—another year closer to his death.
although the food wasn’t what I wanted, Carl was the man I wanted to eat it with.”
The sun always comes out, though, love. I think we’re at that stage now. It will be bright soon.”
You can make memories out of money, but you can’t make money out of memories, unless you’re an antiques dealer.
He opened the front page and there was a map of the world. England was a tiny smudge. There is so much to see, he thought.
“We worry about our children and then they worry about us,” Rajesh replied. “It is a circle of life.
