rashaaaaa’s Reviews > When the Cranes Fly South > Status Update

Then I meet your eyes and feel sad, because there is none of you left in there.

Young folks today just aren’t right; they race about like they’ve only got a week left to live.

No one has ever told me that it’s normal for a person’s eyes to well up as they age, for the tears to find a foothold in virtually every memory.

Keeping your dementia-addled wife’s scarf in a jar just to be able to remember her scent is fundamentally pathetic, after all