““Grandpa, I miss her dreadfully," I said in the end, starting to cry again. Grandpa looked at me seriously and said that missing people is the best sad feeling there is. "You see, Trille lad, if you're sad because you miss someone, then that means you care about that person. And caring about someone is the best thing there is. We carry the people we miss inside us." He put his hand to his chest with a thump. "Oh..." I said, pulling my sleeve across my eyes. "But Grandpa, you can't play with people who are in there." I sighed, thumping my hand on my own chest. Grandpa nodded heavily. He understood.””
