That Boy (That Boy, #1)

by Jillian Dodd

Danny’s gonna get more knowledge. And I am about to school him.

We’re all busy people, and it’s easy to get so wrapped up in life that we forget to live.

“It’s gorgeous out; a day like today is worth celebrating.”

I think they definitely appreciated daily life and not just special occasions. They made everyday occasions special.

She told me to let myself see a little of God every day. And, for some reason, watching those butterflies offers me more comfort than any of the prayers.

And I didn’t know it, but apparently, after I was supposed to dropped the rose, the people who attended the graveside service were to come up and do the same thing. Say good-bye and drop a flower. But they don’t. They follow my lead. When people start coming up to me to give me their condolences, most all of them are also carrying two flowers. And I realize I’ve started a trend. I look around the cemetery grounds and see that nearly everyone mingling about is taking two

flowers home with them. For their own, in remembrance. And that comforts me more than the butterflies.

I feel like I’m standing in the doorway of my life, trying to decide if I should go in or not.