Normal, in our house, is like a blanket too short for a bed--sometimes it covers you just fine, and other times it leaves you cold and shaking; and worst of all, you never know which of the two it's going to be.
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But I didn't frame it; I put into an envelope and sealed it and stuffed it far back into a corner drawer of a filing cabinet. It's there, just in case one of these days I start to lose her. There might be a morning when I wake up and her face isn't the first thing I see. Or a lazy August afternoon when I can't quite recall anymore where the freckles were on her right shoulders. Maybe one of these days, I will not be able to listen to the sound of snow falling and hear her footsteps.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote expresses a deep emotional attachment and fear of losing a loved one.
In this quote, Jodi Picoult reflects on the intense bond we share with those we love and the possibility of forgetting small details that make them unique. The act of placing memories away signifies an effort to preserve the essence of a relationship, highlighting both the beauty and fragility of love as one navigates the passage of time and potential loss.
Themes
LoveMemoriesAttachmentFearLoss
In practice
Example use cases
During a wedding speech, you might reflect on the moments you cherish most about your partner.
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