He hadn't woken a day since my death when the day wasnt something to get through. But the truth was, the memorial service day was not the worst kind. At least it was honest. At least it was a day shaped around what they were so preoccupied by: my absence. Today he would not have to pretend he was getting back to normalwhatever normal was.
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About Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones.
Themes
- Death — Contemplations on mortality, loss, and the legacy we leave