Sisters, Life, Thoughts

Did I have all the fun I could? Did I work hard enough? Did I remember to tell Meg everything I needed to tell her? Did I thank everyone enough? Did I honor my sister in all those ways? And in the book itself? Or is it only my standards I have to live up to now?

The next morning, after sleeping a good ten hours, I woke up with a weight in my heart. Not wanting to get up. Wishing I could call Nora to rehash it the way we always did after rehearsals or long hours on set. Those three days went by so fast. So fast. Like life.
— An excerpt from Delia Ephron's essay "Nora, Meg, and Me" (Vogue - October 2013)