One thing I can tell you for sure is this: we only regret what we don't do in life.

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.

I know about forgiving people and loving them anyway, even after they hurt you.

We can't live other people's lives for them. Even if we love them.

In the sea of grief, there were islands of grace, moments in time when one could remember what was left rather than all that had been lost.

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

Books + friendship = book club