when you’re reading a book and the main character dies
Fleetwood Mac at the Oakland Coliseum, 1977
Knit one row a day for a year, matching the yarn color to the color of the sky that day.
All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.
Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven (via feellng)