If I shut my eyes, I believed, I would disappear. To make it through, I had to be present the whole time.

Out loud I said I had two children. Silently I said three. I always felt like apologizing to her for that.

Murder had a blood red door on the other side of which was everything unimaginable to everyone.

Then a little voice in him said, Let go, let go, let go

My grandmother stepped back into the kitchen to get their drinks. I had come to love her more after death than I ever had on Earth. I wish I could say that in that moment in the kitchen she decided to quit drinking, but I now saw that drinking was a part of what made her who she was. If the worst of what she left on Earth was a legacy of inebriated support, it was a good legacy in my book. ~Susie's grandmother, Lynn pgs 315-316

Who would have thought something that happened that long ago could have such power?

A father's suspicion...' she began. Is as powerful as a mother's intuition.' ~pg 87, Ruana Singh and Jack Salmon