I always carry with me fond memories of my Grandpa.
This week, while at a conference in another city, I was doing my hair and makeup in the hotel bathroom while my roommate slept away.
Checking my email, I received this from my aunt and immediately lost it. Crazy how some things just strike you a certain way on a certain day.
Her words said that in reading “Life of Pi” now, as opposed to the first time reading it in 2004, it has a totally different meaning.
One more to add to the book list.
……what arrested me… was that he was there—open, patient—in case someone, anyone, should want to talk to him; a problem of the soul, a heaviness of the heart, a darkness of the conscience, he would listen with love. He was a man whose profession it was to love, and he would offer comfort and guidance to the best of his ability.”
— Life of Pi, by Yann Martel, p. 52.