He took the hat from my mouth. ''Tell me you love me'', he said. Gently I did. The end came anyway

When the music stopped, it could have been forever since we'd begun. My grandfather took a step back, and the light grew yellow at his back. 'I'm going,' he said. 'Where?' I asked. 'Don't worry, sweetheart. You're so close.' He turned and walked away, disappearing rapidly into spots and dust. Infinity.

Then a little voice in him said, Let go, let go, let go

The damage can fester under layers of time and change, and an ignorant, thoughtless remark can easily reopen the wound.

I missed her then but it was an odd sort of missing because by then, I knew the meaning of forever.

I loved the way the burned-out flashcubes of the Kodak Instamatic marked a moment that had passed, one that would now be gone forever except for a picture.

A father's suspicion...' she began. Is as powerful as a mother's intuition.' ~pg 87, Ruana Singh and Jack Salmon