And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer

by Fredrik Backman

her the night before she died. Her body stopped working before her brain did. For Grandpa it’s the opposite.

time! The teacher wanted us to write what we thought the meaning of life was once.” “What did you write?” “Company.”

Noahnoah. She was a force of nature. Everything I am came from her, she was my Big Bang.”

“And I don’t think you need to be scared of forgetting me,” the boy says after a moment’s consideration. “No?” The corners of the boy’s mouth reach his earlobes. “No. Because if you forget me then you’ll just get the chance to get to know me again. And you’ll like that, because I’m actually a pretty cool person to get to know.” Grandpa laughs and the square shakes. He knows no greater blessing.