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Kate was the heart and soul of this family, the glue that held them all together. Hers was the voice that knew what to say.
He knew he was losing it, failing, that he was supposed to provide support, not accept it, but he was empty inside. Just empty.
Don’t be a fool with your life.
Grief pulls the legs out from underneath me and I fall to my knees.
Memories are who we are, Tul. In the end, that’s all the luggage you take with you. Love and memories are what last. That’s why your life flashes before your eyes when you die—you’re picking the memories you want. It’s like packing.
She’s the voice in my head. And I know what she would say now.” “What’s that?” “Don’t give up, baby girl.” Marah heard her mother’s voice in those few words.
She often thought that her tears had been the moisture that made her vegetables grow.
