Moments. All gathering towards this one.
The last few weeks, it was as if someone had taken his life to pieces and let him see the way it worked.
I'm here, Tess. I'm right here, holding your hand. Adam's here, too, he's sitting on the other side of the bed. And Cal. Mum's on her way, she'll be just a minute. We all love you, Tessa. We're all right here with you.
It hurts and hurts to have him this close. I feel sick with it.
Like a tree losing its leaves. I forget even the thing I was thinking.
Life is made up of a series of moments, each one a journey to the end.