from one of my favourite books

[spiderpig]

A few nights later, I am sitting by Grandma's bed, reading Mrs. Dalloway to her. It's evening. I look up; Grandma seems to be asleep. I stop reading, and close the book. Her eyes open.

"Hello," I say.
"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 thought I have been injected with it. It's that way, isn't it? Isn't it.

--The Time Traveler's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger

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[littlemsskippy.livejournal.com]

absolute fav!!