Susie Salmon

I loved the way a photo could capture a moment... before it was gone.

But there was one thing my murderer didn't understand. He didn't understand how much a father could love his child.

And I began to see things in a way... that let me hold the world, without me in it.

I was here for a moment.

Nobody notices when me leave. I mean, the moment when we really chose to go. At best you might feel a whisper or, the wave of a whisper... undulating down.

These were the lovely bones, that had grown around my absence. The connections sometimes tenuous. Sometimes made at great cost. But often, magnificent. That happened, after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way...