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To Matthew Shear. Friend. Mentor. Champion. You are missed.
And to Kaylee Nova Hannah, the newest star in our world:
Welcome, baby girl.
Also by Kristin Hannah
About the Author
April 9, 1995
The Oregon Coast
If I have learned anything in this long life of mine, it is this: In love we find out who we want to be; in
war we find out who we are. Today’s young people want to know everything about everyone. They
think talking about a problem will solve it. I come from a quieter generation. We understand the value
of forgetting, the lure of reinvention.
Lately, though, I find myself thinking about the war and my past, about the people I lost.
It makes it sound as if I misplaced my loved ones; perhaps I left them where they don’t belong and
then turned away, too confused to retrace my steps.
They are not lost. Nor are they in a better place. They are gone. As I approach the end of my years,
I know that grief, like regret, settles into our DNA and remains forever a part of us.
I have aged in the months since my husband’s death and my...