« When a parent dies, a planet disappears and the night sky will never look the same again. It doesn’t matter how grown up we are when we lose one. And when both are gone it’s as though we are permanently without a kind of roof – invisible shield, first line of defense between ourselves and mortality, gone. »
From The Way the Crow Flies, by Ann-Marie MacDonald.
(Photo of Marius, 1925-2002, and Madeleine, 1929-1996. Picture taken on June 4th, 1949. Click photo to enlarge.)
