Mitch Albom Quote
He told me a story. A man buried his wife. At the gravesite he stood by the Reb, tears falling down his face. I loved her, he whispered. The Reb nodded. I mean… I really loved her. The man broke down. And… I almost told her once. The Reb looked at me sadly. Nothing haunts like the things we don’t say.
Mitch Albom
He told me a story. A man buried his wife. At the gravesite he stood by the Reb, tears falling down his face. I loved her, he whispered. The Reb nodded. I mean… I really loved her. The man broke down. And… I almost told her once. The Reb looked at me sadly. Nothing haunts like the things we don’t say.