Book
/I stayed in bed as long as I could in order to finish this wonderful read.
My favorite passage:
He didn’t know, of course. Not Really. And yet that was what
he said, and I was soothed to hear it.
For I knew what he meant. We all have our sorrows, and although the
exact delineaments, weight and dimensions of grief are different for everyone,
the color of grief is common to us all. “I know,” he said, because he was
human, and therefore, in a way, he did.
