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“Statistically,” I said, “only about sixty percent of bereaved individuals experience vivid dreams of the lost loved one, and that is likely related to the fact that we only remember five percent of our dreams on any given night anyway.
“No,” she replied. “Just distant relatives that I didn’t know very well. That’s crazy, isn’t it? How lucky am I?” “Very lucky indeed.” “I’m sure my luck won’t last forever,” she added, “because death comes to us all. One day, I will probably mourn someone terribly, and for a very long time.”
Wasn’t that the true meaning of love? Wanting a sense of well-being for the person you cared about? And if a bomb was dropped into that person’s life, wasn’t it necessary to do everything in your power to defuse that bomb? Or throw yourself on top of it if you had to?
