The Last Battle is the sum of a war.
These are the real battles.
All losses.
It was for this, which is hope—which is everything.
I want to believe that someday, somewhere, someone will pick up this book and read it, and it will give them a little bit of hope.
Years later, they’ll look back and think about this period of their life, like I do mine. Maybe they’ll forget about this book. That’ll be fine.
At least it was there for them when they needed it.
Because it wasn’t there when I needed it.
“I will be here. The dogs will be here. You want us to be in your life, right?”
“Yes.”
“You can keep us here. Nobody will leave you as long as you close that door. You can’t keep alcohol in your life.” Her eyes grew wider. “You can have anything you want in this world, without alcohol. Every door is open, except that one. But when you open that door, every other door closes—some of them forever.”