Kindle Notes & Highlights
“No trumpets sound when the important decisions of our life are made. Destiny is made known silently.” –Agnes De Mille
When I was a kid, my mother had hung a plaque in our kitchen that said, “Robins appear when lost loved ones are near.” I’d never asked her who she thought might be near.
I gasped, dizzy with the realization of how time could tiptoe by unnoticed.
For the first time in my life, I understood with a piercing clarity that each one of us is just one declarative sentence away from the end of everything.
Grief is a flesh-eating monster—savage, frightening, unrelenting, and incapacitating. And there is no cure, only palliative care. If I’ve learned anything, it’s that death is relentless.
