And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer
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Humans are a strange breed in the way our fear of getting old seems to be even greater than our fear of dying.
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“We had too little time,” he says.
She shakes her head. “We had an eternity. Children and grandchildren.”
“I only had you for the blink of an eye,” he says.
She laughs. “You had me an entire lifetime. All of mine.”
“That wasn’t enough.”
She kisses his wrist; her chin rests in his fingers. “No.”
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Grandpa laughs, Noah too. They always give each other unnecessary presents. Grandpa gave Noah a plastic bag full of air for Christmas and Noah gave Grandpa a sandal. For his birthday, Noah gave Grandpa a piece of chocolate he’d already eaten. That was Grandpa’s favorite.
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Do you remember what I told you about failing?”
“The only time you’ve failed is if you don’t try once more.”
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“Our teacher made us write a story about what we want to be when we’re big,” Noah tells him. “What did you write?”
“I wrote that I wanted to concentrate on being little first.”
“That’s a very good answer.”
“Isn’t it? I would rather be old than a grown-up. All grown-ups are angry, it’s just children and old people who laugh.”
“Did you write that?”
“Yes.”
“What did your teacher say?”
“She said I hadn’t understood the task.”
“And what did you say?”
“I said she hadn’t understood my answer.”
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“The amount I love you, Noah, the sky will never be that big.”
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“Why are you holding my hand so tight, Grandpa?” the boy whispers again.
“Because all of this is disappearing, Noahnoah. And I want to keep hold of you longest of all.”
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Their laughter echoes in each other’s chests, and then he says: “I miss all our most ordinary things. Breakfast on the veranda. Weeds in the flower beds.”
She takes a breath, then answers: “I miss the dawn. The way it stamped its feet at the end of the water, increasingly frustrated and impatient, until there was no more holding back the sun. The way it sparkled right across the lake, reached the stones by the jetty and came onto land, its warm hands in our garden, pouring gentle light into our house, letting us kick off the covers and start the day. I miss you then, darling sleepy you. Miss you there.”
“We lived an extraordinarily ordinary life.”
“An ordinarily extraordinary life.”
She laughs. Old eyes, new sunlight, and he still remembers how it felt to fall in love. The rain hasn’t arrived yet.
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Everything I am came from her, she was my Big Bang.
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“That sounds messy.”
“Life sometimes is.”
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