Mitch Albom

Each time I finish his book, I sigh and say a short prayer in my heart. 

One more day.

The memories of the ones you have lost keep them alive. 

And secrets.. they tear you apart.

And the purest love you can see is your mother.

God, I pray I won't end up like Charlie who only lived after he faced death. 

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