Love changes what is probable and makes unlikely things possible.

Good-bye,” I say to Grandfather, and to my father, and I hold the tube in the river and pause a moment. We hold the choices of our fathers and mothers in our hands and when we cling on or let them slip between our fingers, those choices become our own.

It is one thing to make a choice and it is another thing to never have the chance.

Love changes what is probable and makes unlikely things possible