The End Of "The Time Traveler's Wife"

I finished reading this book last night, for the second time.

From the introduction page "The Time Traveler's Wife":

Clock time is our bank manager,
tax collector, police inspector;
this inner time is our wife.

J.B. Priestly
Man and Time

One of my favorite passages from the book when Henry time travels to the future and sees his daughter who hasn't been born yet:

***She turns and smiles gratefully at the teacher, and I see her face, and I am looking at my daughter. I have been standing in the next gallery, and I take a few steps forward, to look at her, to see her, and she sees me, and her face lights up, and she jumps up, knocks over her little folding chair, and almost before I know it I am holding Alba in my arms, holding her tight, kneeling before her with my arms around her as she says "Daddy", over and over.

Everyone is gaping at us. The teacher hurries over.

She says,"Alba, who is this? Sir, who are you?"

"I'm Henry DeTamble, Alba's father."

"He's my daddy!"

The teacher is almost wringing her hands. "Sir, Alba's father is dead."

I am speechless. But Alba, daughter mine, has a grip on the situation.

"He's dead," she tells her teacher. "But he's not continuously dead."