Look for Me There Quotes

“Many of the best jobs go to people who are connected.”
― Luke Russert, Look for Me There: Grieving My Father, Finding Myself

“Probably some blue-blood asshole.”
― Luke Russert, Look for Me There: Grieving My Father, Finding Myself

“I’d never seen a sunrise like this. It was simultaneously beautiful and reassuring, the promise of a new day. I felt it was Corey telling me he was okay.”
― Luke Russert, Look for Me There: Grieving My Father, Finding Myself

“If America lost here, the Hue proves that the capitalist system clearly won.”
― Luke Russert, Look for Me There: Grieving My Father, Finding Myself

“Without Wi-Fi, forced interaction has spurred a camaraderie and togetherness.”
― Luke Russert, Look for Me There: Grieving My Father, Finding Myself

“I rarely go to places above five thousand feet. It’s”
― Luke Russert, Look for Me There: Grieving My Father, Finding Myself

“Most parents would be terrified of their kid trying to sneak into Bolivia. But you’re all for it.”
― Luke Russert, Look for Me There: Grieving My Father, Finding Myself

“In my own way, I was on that path”
― Luke Russert, Look for Me There: Grieving My Father, Finding Myself

“it’s a nice time of year, see some foliage,”
― Luke Russert, Look for Me There: Grieving My Father, Finding Myself

“Is he warning me about his own life?”
― Luke Russert, Look for Me There: Grieving My Father, Finding Myself

“on the Hill I’m surrounded by fellow millennials.”
― Luke Russert, Look for Me There: Grieving My Father, Finding Myself

“I soon learn that much of the job is actually selling myself internally.”
― Luke Russert, Look for Me There: Grieving My Father, Finding Myself

“Christ’s Tomb”
― Luke Russert, Look for Me There: Grieving My Father, Finding Myself

“You can have what Dad never did: a sense of comfort within uncertainty.”
― Luke Russert, Look for Me There: Grieving My Father, Finding Myself

“Getting out of my comfort zone helps me see my own limitations and those of my country. I think that’s why Mom was so desperate for me to travel. What can you compare yourself against if all you know is your small little world?”
― Luke Russert, Look for Me There: Grieving My Father, Finding Myself

“It’s kind of ironic, no? I’m using money from a death to try to explore life. I’d give it all back for one more day with Dad. Hell, I’d become a hermit for that.”
― Luke Russert, Look for Me There: Grieving My Father, Finding Myself

“You won’t get anywhere in life just sitting on the sidelines.” Her eyes meet mine. “You can do it.”
― Luke Russert, Look for Me There: Grieving My Father, Finding Myself

“Paraguayan Catholics believe that the pilgrimage to Caacupé renews their spirit.”
― Luke Russert, Look for Me There: Grieving My Father, Finding Myself

“I have been using journalism as an altruistic shield, but it is not enough to protect me from thinking I’m letting my life slip away.”
― Luke Russert, Look for Me There: Grieving My Father, Finding Myself

“The news business never stops. Through tragedy, death, despair, or dysfunction—the news goes on. Even when an autocrat tries to censor it, somehow, some way, the news gets out. Those in the business know this truth, how it’s not just part of the game, it is the game.”
― Luke Russert, Look for Me There: Grieving My Father, Finding Myself

“We work our way back through the
crowd. A few steps behind, holding Dad’s hand, I keep my eyes affixed to the back of his white polo shirt. The outline of his wallet is visible through his back pants pocket, stained into the old khakis. A hanky to wipe his brow creeps out of the other pocket. He clips his beeper tightly to his belt—it’s his
post-work Sunday casual uniform. As we move faster through the horde, the sweat on our palms intensifies on the humid mid-Atlantic summer day. For a second, his grip slips and we become disconnected. I fall back a few feet as people aggressively pass by.
I never lose sight of the man in the white shirt. Immediately Dad turns around, his face concerned but focused. He jogs back and grabs my hand tight, locking his big thumb and fingers around my wrist. He pulls me in. His other hand now sits across my shoulder, a protective hold.
“Buddy, if we’re ever separated, just look for me there,” he says, pointing at a hot dog stand with a big, memorable Oriole bird logo.
He pauses and looks me up and down. “But we won’t ever be separated.”
― Luke Russert, Look for Me There: Grieving My Father, Finding Myself