The way Nando writes about the dead, the survivors, and everyone he meets after the crash with such compassion and grace is so outstanding. You can feel his reverence for everyone he endured with, and see just how observant and careful he is/was even in moments when it would be more than reasonable not to be. He has taken his suffering, and from it, built a life full of love. I think I cried for the last 30 pages.
“I know I will die. And I know the only sane response to such a horror is to love.”