“Now that Dad was crying, I was, like, both of us can't be sitting on rocks in Antarctica crying. “It's going to be OK, Dad.”

“It's rally bad when dads cry.”

“If your dad doesn’t make it,” I begin and his expression falls, “let yourself cry, OK? One of the worst feelings in the world is being unable to cry and eventually it… starts to make things darker.”

“But now--it's like God has it out for us. Why both of them? Wasn't my dad enough? It's like death came and punched us square in the face.”

“OK you maybe can't buy happiness with Cosmic Ordering, but it's much better crying in a mansion than in a hovel.”

“When I found my dad, I knew things were going to change forever, but sitting next to her, getting ready to see my dad buried, I felt it in a different way. Everything ached.This reminds me of that - how it aches.But it's a better ache, too.I'm hopeful.I can't remember the last time I felt hopeful.”