I'm giving it a 5* because I can honestly say I don't think it needed anything more adding or there was nothing that detracted from the story and was pointless. The characters emotions and views came across so naturally and the ending gave closure. Just think about it. You don’t have to decide today or tomorrow, but you do need something solid for your family.” Turning my head, I realize he must have been calling me. “Sorry, Dad. I was lost in my own world,” I tell him, shaking my head. The romance was a slow burn, and deliciously angsty. I really loved Shane and Whitney together. They were memorable and highly developed characters with plenty of layers. Admittedly, while I love angst, there were some twists that were thrown in that felt a little OTT on the drama department and read almost like a soap. Don't get me wrong, I typically gobble that shit up with a spoon and beg for more. But with the way things unravel at the end, it just felt like a bit much. A little less drama and a little more angst and emotion would have sufficed for me. But obviously you can't please every reader.

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Whitney and Shane are imperfectly perfect together, best friends since they were little and madly in love. Their life is full of beautiful memories that are meant to fill their future with love lyrics and heart songs. The music is stolen from them in one tragic moment.

Making it it your own

This sight does something to me. It makes me proud and tells me how blessed I am. I know Shawn is a great guy and a good brother. He’s hard to handle, and Taralynn is probably the only woman in the world who can handle him. But people have always had to earn his love or friendship. Even Taralynn had to prove to him that he was worthy of her love. I say that, but now I wonder if he’s actually accepted it. They seem fine. They look fine. But looks can be deceiving. All I can do is pray because this sight right here gives me a glimpse as to what kind of dad I hope he’ll be one day. These kids—my kid—didn’t have to earn anything. He loved them from the moment I brought them into his house. Man sollte meinen, dass die sich nach 10 Jahren und Gedächtnisverlust annähern müssten oder erstmals wieder kennenlernen…. Nope. Die 2 machen dort weiter wo sie aufgehört haben. Egal, dass sie verheiratet ist und zwei Kinder hat.

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Dinner was spectacular, as it is every year. My mother outdid herself though. Between the Christmas decor that’s always up by the last week in November and the food that could’ve fed at least twenty more people, I’m still stuffed from eating earlier, and now I feel settled. Being in my parents’ house has had a tarnished feel until I walked through the doors two nights ago. I’ve never been able to get the images from the night I was told Whitney was gone forever out of my head. So it’s a relief to be able to be at my parents’ and enjoy being here with them. I know you’ve already been accepted into the fellowship program, but have you considered with everything that’s happened, maybe it’s too much to take on right now?” He holds up his hand before I get a chance to say anything. “Just hear me out.” We stare at each other for a few seconds before I nod for him to continue. “What about coming home for a year or two? Peds is where your heart is. I get that, just as it is for your mom. Go into general practice instead of the surgical fellowship. Just for now, what about joining your mom’s practice when you complete your residency in June?” Shane Braden, is now a paediatrics resident who, besides devoting himself to med school, has spent his last ten years trying to numb the pain for having lost Whitney, the love of his life. Is there anything you want to ask me?” She just shakes her head. “You know this means Emersyn’s dad isn’t yours. He was never your father. You know this?”

Creating a holiday memory book tradition

Ten years have passed, and Whitney re-enters his life in the most unexpected of ways. She looks like the love of his life, she talks like her, but she has none of her memories. She doesn't remember him and she doesn't remember their friends. She's married. Has a family. She's a stranger. But the invisible pull that's always existed between them is still there. I agree, Shane. But I need to know everything, even the smallest of details, so that I can proceed the right way.” He’s silent for a moment. “Shane, he shouldn’t have been awarded joint custody. No judge I’ve ever come across would have ruled the way he did.” Another fantastic book. This duet is fantastic. This book follows the older brother Shane to Shawn from the first book.

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Ev, it’s okay.” I let her know, reaching over and squeezing her shoulder. “Calm down. You don’t have to be scared. You’re not in trouble. And yeah, I am your dad and you can call me that. You can call me whatever you’re comfortable calling me. But Ev, how did you find out?” Every day that I wake up I’m in a fog. Before ten years ago I feel like I didn’t exist. Everything I knew had been erased. Some days I wish I had bad memories because even those would be better than none at all. Instead, I feel like I’m a character in a storybook, merely acting a role. I don’t know why, but none of it feels real. That’s crazy. Right? Still, I can’t shake the feeling that everyone is hiding something from me. Even the man that lies next to me at night feels like a stranger. I just want to feel like I belong in my own skin.Creating a memory book can be a form of healing and self reflection. Around the holidays we spend time with family, but it’s hard to remember the ones who aren’t with us to celebrate. Creating a memory book can be a great comfort and a way to commemorate a lost loved one and keep their memories alive. The Journey Through Grief blog, which helps those navigate the delicate matter of grief, describes how creating a memory book can help you heal from loss.