what shall we drink to?" "How about family?" Stacy said, showing up just in time to pour a fourth shot. "To those who are here, those who are gone, and those who are lost." and she clicked glasses with mom

And maybe that was how it was supposed to be...Joy and sadness were part of the package; the trick, perhaps,was to let yourself feel all of it, but to hold on to the joy just a little more tightly.

It isn’t about being at the same school or the same town or even the same room. It’s about being together. Love is a choice you make.

what shall we drink to?" "How about family?" Stacy said, showing up just in time to pour a fourth shot. "To those who are here, those who are gone, and those who are lost." and she clicked glasses with mom

That was what a best friend did: hold up a mirror and show you your heart.

Of course you can fall in love. You just have to let yourself. They don't call it falling for nothing. -Kate

It was true; always had been. Friendships were like marriages in that way. Routines and patterns were poured early and hardened like cement.