In this house, you say goodbye when you leave.
It’s about making your kids happy even when you don’t remember the meaning of the word. It’s about putting the smile on their faces that you wish you could put on your own.
I knew what was coming. I think you do too. Her goodbye that day would be her final one.
His death doesn’t feel like part of some lesson. It just feels unfair.
Cherish the time you have on Earth…or don’t. Whatever. Either way, your time here is limited.
Once you let go of the notion that only certain people in certain spots in your life can be designated as family members, the world feels more inclusive than ever before.
Chris’s death devastated me. Even now as I write this 13 years later, I have a hard time expressing my feelings about it.