EP-3: And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer

Today, I want to talk about a book that's tiny in size, but so full of heart. It kind of broke mine. It's called And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer by Frederick Bachman. Yeah, the title is long, but once you read it, it makes complete sense. It's a short novella, just around 70 pages, but it's one of those stories that, you know, makes you stop, breathe, and feel everything all at once. The story is about a grandfather, his grandson, and memory. It takes place inside the grandfather's mind because he's slowly losing it to dementia. He's trying so hard to hold on to his favorite people, to his favorite memories, and it's getting harder each day because he knows that all these memories are slipping away from him. It's written in such a quiet, soft tone, very painful, but also really beautiful. It made me think about how fragile time is, how you can't hold on to it. You can't hold on to people, and sometimes you can't even hold on to the memories you call yours. It reminded me of all the things we wish we could say before people forget or before they go, and how we never really know how to say goodbye or when to say goodbye. The writing is very simple, very gentle, but so full of emotion. So it made me want to call my grandparents or sit next to someone I love. It's not a long read, but it stays with you. If you have ever loved someone slowly, you'll feel this. And if you haven't, this might help you understand what that kind of love looks like. That's all for today. Thanks for listening and for sitting with this story. Take care of your people, your memories, and yourself. I'll see you in the next one. Bye!