“I love his conviction,” Freya blurts, “about making the most of everything life gives him. He savors life’s simple gifts, wrings every drop of meaning and opportunity from them, then he brings that conviction to his students, to his work…” Her voice falters. “To us. At least he did. Now can you please pick a spot before I slip a disc?” My heart sinks in my chest. God, how badly I’ve messed this up. All of this has been for her, and all I’ve done is made her feel like my last priority.
