“You aren’t stuck on this,” she said.
I don’t remember the last kiss, hug, embrace, or touch. I wish I could remember just one. Because at his best he was the most sincere, and caring man. He loved me. I loved him. We had plans. Until we didn’t. One day we stopped planning. Life took its course. Throwing curveballs. Job losses. Foreclosure. Ends upon ends. Until our marriage halted.
Goodnight Moon was not titled, Goodbye Moon. The book is about the end of the day, and how its end brings with it the promise of a new day. So, how can you start the day absent a sunrise?