This is the secret I kept from you, Bails, from myself too: I think I liked that Mom was gone, that she could be anybody, anywhere, doing anything. I liked that she was our invention, a woman living on the last page of the story with only what we imagined spread out before her. I liked that she was ours, alone.
Jandy NelsonGrief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes part of you, step for step, breath for breath.
Jandy Nelson