The Red Address Book

by Sofia Lundberg

So many names pass by us in a lifetime.

no one was too old to learn something new.

people come in many different shapes. That others’ expectations of us are not always right. That there are many routes to choose from on the journey we are all making toward death. That we might find ourselves at difficult junctions, yet the road may still straighten. And that the curves aren’t dangerous.

“I wish you enough,” she whispered in my ear. “Enough sun to light up your days, enough rain that you appreciate the sun. Enough joy to strengthen your soul, enough pain that you can appreciate life’s small moments of happiness. And enough friends that you can manage a farewell now and then.”

“Your home is your own little world,” he used to say. “Your own dominion. That’s why a home should

“Enough sun to light up your days, enough rain that you appreciate the sun. Enough joy to strengthen your soul, enough pain that you can appreciate life’s small moments of happiness, enough meetings that you can . . . say a farewell