2012-12-11

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2012-12-11 01:16 am

It's that way


  "Do you ever miss him?" she asks me.
  "Every day. Every minute."
  "Every minute," she says.  "Yes. It's that way, isn't it?" She turns on her side and burrows into the pillow.
  "Good night," I say, turning out the lamp.  As I stand in the dark looking down at Grandma in her bed, self-pity floods me as though I have been injected with it.  It's that way, isn't it?  Isn't it.

Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler's Wife