When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose her all
at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time-the way the mail stops coming,
and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and
drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone.
Just when the day comes-when there's a particular missing part that overwhelms
you with the feeling that she's gone, forever-there comes another day, and
another specifically missing part.
-Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving
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