Kindle Notes & Highlights
In a show of camaraderie, the players on the football team bought matching baseball hats and wore them every day. Even Julie’s dad wore one, and one day the local paper came out and did a story about Luke and the symbol of the hats.
“It’s because I hate tying you down.” He glanced at the floor, looking ashamed. “If I love you, I should want what’s best for you, and you didn’t sign up for having a sick boyfriend. You’re beautiful, Julie, and you should have more than I’m giving you. You should be going to parties and doing stuff that’s fun.”
“Heaven’s a real place, Julie—a beautiful place—and if I can’t wait for you at the end of an aisle on our wedding day, I’ll wait for you in heaven.”
“You’re depressed,” Nancy corrected. “I’ve been depressed too, but not like you.” She placed her hands on Julie’s. “I lost my only son, Julie. I’ll never get over the pain. But I will get on with my life.”
“He told me that life is full of risks and that if a person doesn’t take them, life is very shallow. And he said to me, ‘Mom, dead is dead.’ Luke hated dying by degrees. He told me that he’d rather have dying over with all at once than have it happen bit by bit.”
