From Anne Tyler's novel, "Back When We Were Growing Up." An old man, widowed many years, is speaking.
"'People imagine that missing a loved one works kind of like missing cigarettes,' he said. 'The first day is really hard but the next day is less hard and so forth, easier and easier the longer you go on. But instead it's like missing water. Every day, you notice the person's absence more.'"
I like her writing. I like writers who nail the human situation.
Oh, if we're "friends" on Facebook you may have seen this -- I posted it there, too.
I want to talk about religion with people who aren't afraid to think; with doubters, questioners, and those some Christians call unbelievers . . . as well as those Christians call believers.
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