He’s right there.

Whatever’s gone quiet between you — you still have the one thing I’d trade the world for, which is time, and a living man to spend it on.

Don’t you dare waste it being too proud or too scared to reach across that table.

Reach.

While you still can.” And she squeezed my hand hard, and I understood that my friend was giving me, out of her own grief, the most generous instruction of my life.

I have thought a great deal since about the gift Bev gave me that morning, because it is a rare and hard thing she did.