Nan Funeral Quotes

Like a funeral, a birthday wasn't yours but for the people who loved you.

Late in life, after his mother had died, his father cried at baptisms and funerals and sappy movies on TV, age stripping away a final protective layer. Now Henry could feel the same softening taking place inside him, a helpless grief for the past and boundless pity for the world, and that was right too. No fool like an old fool.

changed. Inside, Kate took a shower, washing off the sweat and salt from her beach walk. The hot water felt good against her skin, and she scrubbed her hair with shampoo, before standing in place to let the water pummel the aching muscles around her shoulders and neck. She’d tried calling the restaurant the previous evening but hadn’t been able to get a hold of Marco. When she called Davis, his assistant had told her he’d left the office for the day. Yet his home number went straight to the answering machine. She felt so cut off from the rest of the world in Cabarita. The inn had a computer and dial-up modem, but she didn’t know her grandmother’s logon, so hadn’t progressed far in her attempts to send emails. The stress of the funeral, living in the inn with her sisters, and not having contact with anyone from her life back in Brisbane was manifesting as tension in her shoulders. She massaged them with her fingertips and rolled her head from one side to the other. Her plan for the day was to spend time in Nan’s room in the hope of finding some photographs for the funeral, and possibly a copy of her will. She