“I remember how devastated my granddad was when my grandmother passed away. He wouldn’t get out of bed for weeks. When he finally did show up for breakfast one morning, he was so think I could see right through him. He sat down at the kitchen table and said, ‘Nothing will ever be the same because she isn’t in the world anymore.’ That’s how I know, how I’ve always known, that losing what you have is worse than getting anything new.”
