If she wants to fly high, let her fly.”

That was the whole of how he loved — mildly, without looking up, without ever making it a performance.

I think that is why it took me so many years to understand the size of it.

My mother’s love, when it came, always came with a spotlight on it; she needed you to see her loving you, to thank her for it, to owe her.

Walt’s love never asked to be seen at all.