“And when he looked over, his dad was dead and glowing on top of the bed. Glare from a street lamp had snuck in through the curtain and had lit up the old boy like some medieval saint.” Death Of A Loved One Book:Still Life Source: Still Life
“The creek was hers now and yet she felt nothing. It had been the longest walk of her life for no one was at the end waiting for her. She slept through winter. Missed Christmas and awoke to a New Year. She felt so lost. Until the first bluebells and ramsons colored the green-brown floor of her world.” Grief And LossDeath Of A Loved OneInheritance Book:A Year of Marvellous Ways Source: A Year of Marvellous Ways
