one of the abiding themes of this book—that many of the hopes we hold for a particular marriage are never consummated in the way we originally imagined.
It’s the dying that does it, always. I started here; I end here (we all end here). It is amazing how the death of someone you love exposes this lie you tell yourself, that there’ll always be time. You can go months or even years without speaking to a dear old friend and feel fine about it, blundering along, living your life. But discover that this ... See more