Loving Your Child Is an Instinct; Shielding Him From the Consequences of What He Did to Another Human Being Is Something Else Entirely — I Learned the Difference at Sixty, at the Door of a Chicken Coop

It is the opposite of forgetting.

Every flower that came up over that plot was a deliberate act of memory, a way of saying: this happened here, and I am still here, and I have made it mean something other than what he meant it to mean.

I have watched a great many people try to heal, in the years since, in the workshops where Natasha now speaks.

And I have come to believe that the ones who do it best are not the ones who run the farthest, but the ones who, like her, find a way to grow flowers on the exact spot.