My mother was French Protestant, and my father was Italian Catholic, and their union was an excess of God, guilt and sauce.
Everyone knows they re going to die,' he said again, 'but nobody believes it. If we did, we would do things differently.
But you grab a moment, or you let it pass.
We cannot stop what Heaven chooses.
Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.
I believe he died this way on purpose. I believe he wanted no chilling moments, no one to witness his last breath and be haunted by it, the way he had been haunted by his mother's death-notice telegram or by his father's corpse in the city morgue.