“Love is bigger than this planet, son. Much, much bigger.”
We were destined, Rory and I.
I knew that with each flickering light when we were together that first time she came to Ireland.
Each slammed door.
The spontaneous drizzle.
Unexpected snowflakes.
For years, I knew Glen was up there, eventually with Kiki by his side, playing matchmaker.
I look up toward the ceiling and smile at the old bastard. He couldn’t take care of his child while he was living, so he atoned for it after he died.
“Thank you.”