" My father died last year,” Thomas said. “I still look for him in crowds.” “I’m sorry.” He shrugged. “I think grief is like a really ugly couch. It never goes away. You can decorate around it; you can slap a doily on top of it; you can push it to the corner of the room—but eventually, you learn to live with it. "

― Jodi Picoult , Leaving Time