And you," he says, "you need to talk to your boy." He lifts my chin. "And if he needs saving, then you save him. Isn't that what you told me you did for each other?" I let go a few more tears but then I nod. "Over and over again.

I remember the ache I used to feel when she got too close, how it felt like grief, how it felt like a loss, like I was falling, falling into nothing, how it clenched me up and made me want to weep, made me actually weep.

But, somehow, Wilf knows. Somehow, Wilf always knows.

Here I am. Here we are. Here we go. Here is all that matters.

Belief is half of all healing. Belief in the cure, belief in the future that awaits.

It's not how we fall. It's how we get back up again.

You be as angry as you need to be,” she said. “Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Not your grandma, not your dad, no one. And if you need to break things, then by God, you break them good and hard.