“I'm like my mother, she thought, I search my joy for signs of sorrow ahead.”

“I'm like my mother, she thought, I search my joy for signs of sorrow ahead.”

“Death wasn't a movie where the pretty star faded away with a touch of pale makeup and every hair in place.”

“I'm like my mother, she thought, I search my joy for signs of sorrow ahead.”

“The end came as dusk fell on a gloomy winter day of cold rain.”

“Well, memory can play tricks. Most people, I think, tend to remember the good rather than the bad when someone close to them dies.”

“Was it always to be like this? she wondered. A moment of joy followed by a new sorrow?”

“But things change, people change, Gaby. Otherwise what would be the point of living?”