He never spoke of that night again, not to your mother, not to anyone else. He was ashamed for her, for Mickey, for himself. In the hospital, he stopped speaking altogether. Silence was his escape, but silence is rarely a refuge. His thoughts still haunted him.' ~pg 139

This is a story about a man named Eddie and it begins at the end, with Eddie dying in the sun.

So many times I feel I'm using the same words over and over, like a woman wearing the same dress every day. So boring!

I believe the biggest themes of life are put into the best focus when held up against the very sharp light of mortality.

Your voice will come. We all go through the same thing. You cannot talk when you first arrive." He smiled. "It helps you listen.

Bad news has no limits. We often feel it should, like a rainstorm that can't possibly get any heavier. But a storm can always worsen, & the burdens of life can too.

I know I cannot undo this. None of us can undo what we’ve done, or relive a life already recorded.