“Because I was there that moment you were born, and the moment your sister was born. So I know, firsthand, there has to be a God to make something so beautiful as you and your sister, to give me and your mother such incredibly precious gifts.” I paused to let that sink in. “Every time someone so young dies, Beau, like Chris, it’s a shock because it’s not just a loss of life, it’s a loss of potential—what that life could have been. The death of someone so young shatters the illusion we all have at eighteen—the illusion that we’re immortal, that we’re never going to grow old, that we’re never going to die.”
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Robert Dugoni,
The World Played Chess
