There Is A Reason God

I Am Every Age, Up To My Own.

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.

Sharing Tales Of Those We've Lost Is How We Keep From Really Losing Them.

As Long As We Can Love Each Other, And Remember The Feeling Of Love We Had, We Can Die Without Ever Really Going Away.

Strangers Are Family You Haven't Recognize Yet