" Certainly I would be less frightened of death (not just my own death but Welty's death, Andy's death, Death in general) if I thought a familiar person came to meet us at the door, because — writing this now, I'm close to tears — I think how poor Andy told me, with terror on his face, that my mother was the only person he'd known, and liked, who'd ever died. So — maybe when Andy washed up spitting and coughing into the country on the far side of the water, maybe my mother was the very one who knelt down by his side to greet him on the foreign shore. Maybe it's stupid to even articulate such hopes. But, then again, maybe it's more stupid not to. "

― Donna Tartt , The Goldfinch