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“Tell Mom not to cry. . . . If we knew what comes next, we never would have worried.”
a glimpse of heaven is often held close for fear of losing it, like a butterfly cupped in a child’s hands.
Faith, it is said, is better than belief, because belief is when someone else does the thinking.
“Do you still feel things in heaven, Mom?” “Love.” “Anything else?” “A waste of time, Tess.” “What is?” “Anything else.” “I don’t understand.” “Anger, regret, worry. . . . They disappear once you are here. . . . Don’t lose yourself . . . inside yourself . . .”
You might think a person who brings proof of heaven would be embraced. But even in the presence of a miracle, the human heart will say, Why not me?
Sometimes, love brings you together even as life keeps you apart.
the mystery of death is why it chooses a particular moment.
At times I feel like nothing matters anymore. I think, this life is just a waiting room. My mother is up there—and I’ll see her again. “But then I realize I always believed that. Or I said I did.”
We cannot demand miracles. We cannot expect them!
“It means . . . ‘What is this?’”
accurate hebrew
“People do stupid things when they’re tired.”
“The money and the news are never on the same side.”
“Doubt is how you find God.”
Sometimes what you miss the most is the way a loved one made you feel about yourself.
“If you find one true friend in life, you’re richer than most. If that one true friend is your husband, you’re blessed.”
It’s a quiet theft, how time lures people away.
a few months ago, I got one of these phone calls, eh?” “Wait. You got a phone call from your dead daughter?” “It was her voice.” The crowd gasped again. “What did you do?” “I told whoever it was not to play around, that next time I’d tape it and go to the police.” “And?” He looked down. “And she never called again.”
“What is false about hope?”
Desire sets our compass, but real life steers our course.
What in life can love not penetrate?
“I never said good-bye.” “Such a needless word,” she said, “when you love somebody.”
“At the start.” “What start?” “When I died.” “That’s the end.” She shook her head no.
It is a father’s naive belief that he can always make things right in the end. I could not. Instead, he rushed out agitated and angry.
That’s the thing when people leave us too suddenly, isn’t it? We always have so many questions.
If I could truly contact you and tell you of its existence, I would. That would be the smallest of debts I could repay.
“It’s about Horace.” “What about him?” “Time of death.” “He was dead when we found him. Ray was first in. He had to record it. Six fifty-two p.m.” “What?” “Six fifty-two p.m.” Sully felt every part of him shiver. 7:44 p.m.
proving heaven is always and forever around us, and no soul remembered is ever really gone.
