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She hadn’t known that a person could die inside while the rest of her body kept right on living. For the life of her, she couldn’t understand how the sun had come up this morning without his sleepy smile and crooked nose there to meet it.
In a world that was determined to forget, someone had to do the remembering.
How was it that each of her children knew precisely which buttons to push and how much pressure to apply to shatter her?
The pain of losing him had never really left her, but she’d been able to live with the ache because of all the pieces of himself he’d left behind.
Nothing remarkable. It was the ordinary days she missed.
“You can’t carry around all that regret. She wouldn’t want you to,” he said firmly, as if he needed me to believe him.
After everything that happened, I think this was what I’d taken from it. We could never keep every bad thing from happening. All we could do was cherish the good when we had it for however long it was ours.
