That night we push our cots just a little closer together, and look into each other's eyes in the moments before we fall asleep. When he finally drifts off, our fingers are twisted together in the space between the beds. I smile a little, and let myself go.

I have to face the fear. I have to take control of the situation and find a way to make it less frightening.

Seeing people who are actually reading your book and listening to the wide variety of reactions they have to it, is really special.

Beatrice. We should think of our family. But. But we must also think of ourselves.

I want to be brave, and selfless, and smart, and kind, and honest.

Why do people want to pretend that death is sleep? It isn't. It isn't.

Nothing else is alright. But we are. -Tobias