From A Map of the World by Jane Hamilton:
“Maybe heaven is whatever you want it to be,” she said. “For me, it’s mothering, even the bad parts. I’m very clear about that now. For Lizzy it should be just about the whole nine yards except baths, and Mrs. Klinke’s German Shepherd. She’s gung ho about–about life. I keep telling her, ‘Hang in there Lizzy. I’ll still be your mom when I’m eighty. I’ll remember everything, absolutely everything about you, and when I get there, we’ll pick up where we left off.'”
taking notes for a book on death. can’t seem to find the file the notes are in, so it will go here for now.
this passage is from a mother whose toddler has just drowned. it would be sad if you were in a good mood, totally depressing when i put it in the context of the funk i’ve been in lately LOL. maybe i should stop reading such depressing books. finished Songs in Ordinary Time by Mary McGarry Morris recently, gosh that was a terrible story. i really wanted someone to die. but they didn’t. main characters never die when i want them to. LOL.