My father took one hundred and thirty-two minutes to die.I counted.It happened on the Jellicoe Road. The prettiest road Id ever seen, where trees made breezy canopies like a tunnel to Shangri-La. We were going to the ocean, hundreds of miles away, because I wanted to see the ocean and my father said that it was about time the four of us made that journey. I remember asking, 'Whats the difference between a trip and a journey?' and my father said, 'Narnie, my love, when we get there, youll understand,' and that was the last thing he ever said.
About This Quote
About Melina Marchetta, On the Jellicoe Road
Melina Marchetta, On the Jellicoe Road.
Themes
- Death — Contemplations on mortality, loss, and the legacy we leave