"You know, Dit," he said in a quiet voice, "when my wife died, I was real angry. Angry at the ol' doctor who wouldn't come because I didn't have no money. Angry at God for taking her away."
Jim paused to make sure I was listening.
"But after a while I thought of something worse than losing my wife."
"What?" I asked.
"If I'd never met her at all." -- Pg. 252