Reading it the night before, I'd wondered if it would be like that for me-if in one moment, I would finally understand her, know her, and understand the role I'd played in her dying. But I wasn't convinced enlightenment struck like lightining.
Caroline is no longer sufffering from personhood.
Don't swear in the Literal Heart of Jesus.
The preciousness of the moment, which should make it easier to talk, makes it harder.
People always get used to beauty though.
Half-drunk on well-creamed gas station coffee and the exhilarating loneliness of a freeway in nighttime.