«Al final de todo, hay una lista de sus recuerdos preferidos. Tenía uno de cada uno de nosotros. Su recuerdo preferido de mí era cuando dije mi primera palabra y fue “más”. Su recuerdo preferido de ti era lo que él llamaba “el día del jardín rojo”.»
Ally CondieHe didn't have any words for me. Why should I give him any of mine?
Ally CondieAnd they will turn from ash and nothing into flesh and blood.
Ally CondieHe watches the sun out of the world and the stars into it and sometimes I wonder if he watches the sun come up again. Is it hard to sleep when you know you are almost at the end? Do you not want to miss a moment, even those that would otherwise seem dull and unremarkable?
Ally CondieStichwörter: death-and-dying dystopian
It doesn't matter much anyway. I haven't slept well since he left. I can't dream. In some ways, that's the hardest part of having him gone."
I understand. "Because if you can't dream you can't pretend that he's still here.
I draw in a ragged breath, the kind you take when the pain is too deep to cry, when you can't cry because all you are is pain, and if you let some of it out, you might cease to exist. I want to do something to make this better, even though I know that nothing can change the fact of my father gone and under ground.
Ally CondieStichwörter: grief
I help him to reach her. For a moment, I am a part of it all. Then I'm just apart.
Ally CondieSometimes it seems like everything I’ve done has been to help you be ready for someone else.
Ally CondieIt might be hard to be new when everyone else belongs.
Ally CondieAnd I do not know how I can feel this much pain and survive, and at the same time know how much I have to live.
Ally CondieStichwörter: life pain cassia cassia-reyes
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