When Sterling’s eyesight did finally fail him completely, we were
up in years, content to sit in our garden and reflect on what a
wondrous and exciting life we’d led. He did not see my hair fade into
silver. For him it was always a vibrant red. I watched him age
gracefully and with dignity. He leaned on me much more than he
did his walking stick, which was how it should be, because when I
needed him most, he was always there for me. Each day I thought I
could love him no more than I already did—and the following
morning I was always proven wrong, for I awoke loving him just a
little bit more.
Love isn't found in words, Kate. It's found in quiet moments, a look, a sigh, a smile, a gladness." She sighed. "And very often, it's shown with sacrifice.
Lorraine HeathWas a sadness so profound that the mind sought escape into fantasy?
Lorraine HeathAnd while she pretended he was someone else, he would pretend she had no reason to imagine he was anyone other than who he was.
Lorraine HeathHow could he give her so much, yet leave her so little.
Lorraine HeathI have come to discover men are such prideful creatures."
"And we're not?"
"Of course we are. But we are more capable of bending. Men tend to break.
With a book, she could at least visit with people, even if it was vicariously, even if they didn't exist beyond someone's imagination.
Lorraine HeathI understand why you did what you did. Perhaps a part of me even admires you for it. But I can't forgive you for it.
Lorraine HeathHe'd built a wall around his heart to protect it, and she was slowly brick by brick, smile by smile, laugh by laugh, kindness by kindness, tearing it down. Tomorrow he'd refortify it.
Tonight he simply wanted the haven she could provide.
What do you want want to be remembered for?" she asked tartly.
He slowly shook his head. "I just want to be remembered.
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