Romans & histoires Tuesdays With Morrie By Mitch Albom

I only had a year to find my answers, no distractions was a good way to start. "Venus, honey, are you ready?" My mom called me from the kitchen, as I opened my bedroom door. "Yes, mom be right there." I called back. Walking towards the kitchen, I was singing Famous Last Words out loud. "I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone, honey if you stay I'll be forgiven, Nothing you can say can stop me going home. Can you see my eyes are shining bright? Cause I'm out here on the other side of a jet black hotel mirror and I'm so weak..."

‘I am now reading the second book you sent me, your favorite, Tuesday with Morrie by Mich Albom. Irina: ‘Oh yeah, that’s one of the best.’ I said and lifted a fork to my mouth. ‘Learn from it by heart, the book tells you about time and death and other things in between. It’ll tell you simple and priceless things in life,’ I added. ‘It goes like, we live not just to make a living but to really live life, and have no regrets when death comes to us,’ I said and put down the fork to the small white porcelain plate. ‘Morrie teaches us to love and be human.’

She lowered her head and covered her face with both hands, her thin shoulders shaking gently. I did not stay any longer. I had said what needed saying and done what needed doing. My last connection to the Marlowe family was completely severed with the delivery of this money. Walking out of the care facility, the afternoon sunlight felt pleasant. I took a deep breath. The air smelled fresh and clean. I pulled out my phone and called my real estate agent. "Sam, that renovated studio I looked at last time. Yeah, the south-facing one with the balcony. I've decided. I'll take it.