I try not to live in the past...but...sometimes the past lives in me

Some things just can't be put back together. Some things can never be fixed. Two broken pieces can't make a lot of anything anymore. But at least he had the broken pieces.

Like so many things Henry had wanted in life -- like his father, his marriage, his life -- it had arrived a little damaged. Imperfect. But he didn't care, this was all he'd wanted. Something to hope for, and he'd found it. It didn't matter what condition it was in.

After a lifetime of nods, frowns and stoic smiles, they were both fluent in emotional shorthand.

He'd do what he always did, find the sweet among the bitter.

Hope can get you through anything.

The hardest choices in life aren't between what's right and what's wrong but between what's right and what's best.