I hate to be where she is not, when she is not. And yet, I am always going. - Henry deTamble

I think about my mother singing after lunch on a Summer afternoon, twirling in blue dress across the floor of her dressing room

Is it sad to fancy David Tennant when you're dead?

There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.

It's hard being left behind. (...) It's hard to be the one who stays.

I wanted someone to love who would stay: stay and be there, always.

We laugh and laugh, and nothing can ever be sad, no one can be lost, or dead, or far away: right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the joy of this perfect moment.