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Heaven Is Always And Forever Around Us And No Soul Remembered Is Ever Really Gone.

Tell Me About Your Family," I Said. And So She Did. I Listened Intently As My Mother Went Through Each Branch Of The Tree. Years Later, After The Funeral, Maria Had Asked Me Questions About The Family - Who Was Related To Whom - And I Struggled. I Couldn't Remember. A Big Chunk Of Our History Had Been Buried With My Mother. You Should Never Let Your Past Disappear That Way.

The Running Boy Is Inside Every Man, No Matter How Old He Gets.

The Words People Do Not Speak Are Louder Than The Ones They Do.

When You're In Bed, You're Dead