"You should think about them," Kate urged, reaching out to pat her arm affectionately. "I think remembering people is what keeps them real to us. You shouldn't ever forget... But you shouldn't let it take over your life, either."

It had taken thirteen years for Kate to learn that. Thirteen years of thinking the only way she could honor her mother's memory was by letting it define her every move, her every thought, her every motivation. She'd almost lost the man she loved because of it; and ironically, that was probably the last thing her mother would have ever wanted.