My Own Father Didn't Talk

Love Is How You Stay Alive, Even After You Are Gone.

As Children Grow, They Gravitate To Their Fates.

We All Have Same Beginning (birth), And We Will Have Same Ending (death). So How Different Can We Be?

And In That Line Now Was A Whiskered Old Man, With A Linen Cap And A Crooked Nose, Who Waited In A Place Called The Stardust Band Shell To Share His Part Of The Secret Of Heaven: That Each Affects The Other And The Other Affects The Next, And The World Is Full Of Stories, But The Stories Are All One.

Mothers Support Certain Illusions About Their Children, And One Of My Illusions Was That I Liked Who I Was, Because She Did. When She Passed Away, So Did That Idea.