I have a son,' says JJ, marveling at the sound and truth of the words...

'You know, I love you and Mom... But I don't even know this baby and the love- ' JJ clears his throat and wipes his suddenly wet eyes with the back of his hand. 'It's bigger. I'd lie down in traffic for him right now. I didn't know it could get bigger.'

Joe nods. 'This is only the beginning.

Don't aim for perfect. Aim for complete. Perfection is an unattainable illusion.

She wished she had cancer instead. She'd trade Alzheimer's for cancer in a heartbeat. She felt ashamed for wishing this, and it was certainly a pointless bargaining, but she permitted herself the fantasy anyway. With cancer, she'd have something to fight. There was surgery, radiation, and chemotherapy. There was the chance that she could win. Her family and the community at Harvard would rally behind her battle and consider it noble. And even if it defeated her in the end, she'd be able to look them knowingly in the eye and say good-bye before she left.

Be creative, be useful, be practical, be generous and finish big

I'll never forget the stillness, the hesitation, and a trace of something I'd never before seen on Ghosh's face: cunning. Then it gave in to resignation and a faraway look. For a moment I saw the world through his eyes, his intellect, his sweeping vision...a vision that recapitulated our birth and looked to the future, looked past his life to the end of mine and beyond. And then and only then did it settle, gather, and focus, on the now, on a moment when the love was so palpable between father and son that the thought that it might end, and this memory be its only legacy, was unacceptable.

我慢慢地,慢慢地瞭解到,所謂父女母子一場, 只不過意味著,你和他的緣分就是今生今世不斷地在目送他的背影漸行漸遠.你站立在小路的這一端, 看著他逐漸消失在小路轉彎的地方,而且, 他用背影默默告訴你:不必追.