“Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on… I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.” ?
Jonathan Safran Foer This morning, like he has every morning for the past decade, my 89-year-old grandfather picked a fresh wild flower on his morning walk and took it to my grandmother.
This morning, though, I decided to go with him to see her. And as he placed the flower on her gravestone, he looked at me and said, “I just wish I had picked her a fresh flower every morning when she was alive.
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