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“Lost love is still love. . . . It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.
Life has to end. . . . Love doesn't.”
― Mitch Albom,
The Five People You Meet in Heaven
My only brother died unexpectedly last Thursday. My grief makes it difficult to concentrate on writing, and so I am taking this week off from the blog. I plan to return with a new review Tuesday, January 21.
