He is a man, and he is afraid. This is not a good combination.

Memories are who we are. In the end, that's all the luggage you take with you. Love and Memories are what last.

but sometimes one person can hold you up in life, keep you standing, and without that hand to hold, you can find yourself free-falling no matter how strong you used to be, no matter how hard you try to remain steady.

She is like a child picking at a scab, unable to stop herself even though she knows it will hurt.

Sometimes holding on was all you could do.

Before this trip and all that she'd learned about the three of them, she would have gotten angry or changed the subject. Anything to obscure the pain she felt. Now she knew better. You carried your pain with you in life. There was no outrunning it.

You will always miss her. There will be days - even years from now - when the missing will be so sharp it will take your breath away. But there will be good days, too, months and years of them. In one way or another you'll be searching for her all your life.