Writing, painting, singing -- it cannot stop everything. Cannot halt death in its tracks. But perhaps it can make the pause between death's footsteps sound and look and feel beautiful, can make the space of waiting a place where you can linger without as much fear. For we are all walking each other to our deaths, and the journey there between footsteps makes up our lives.

Some things are created to be together.

Forgetting lets you live without the pain for a moment but remembering hits hard.

Is falling in love with someone's story the same thing as falling in love with the person himself?

Because I feel no anger toward my mother. Only loss, and loss is a feeling you can’t fight your way out of as easily.

And it is strange that absence can feel like presence.

Do you think you could let someone go if you thought it was best for them?