Rereading Meany, I was reminded of this beautiful passage:
"When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't  lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time -- the way  the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even  from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate  the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes -- when there's a  particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she's  gone, forever -- there comes another day, and another specifically  missing part."
Do you have a favorite passage from one of the panelists' books?
