Jude’s with a frail hand in mine, and then I would be in my own garden with my own mother, and the two moments would fold together into one, and I would have to turn away for a moment so that Evelyn would not see my face.

Grief and gratitude, it turns out, are not opposites.

Most days now they arrive together, holding hands, and I have stopped trying to separate them.

Chapter 20 — What Money Can’t Buy

I sat down on the bench across from my mother with my own mug of coffee, and I let myself feel, as I had let myself feel many times over those months, the strange and total peace that had settled over our lives.

And I thought, as I often did, about Arthur Vance.