His entired life bundled into wenty refuse sacks. His and her memories bundle away in Holly's mind. Each item unearthed dust, tears, laughter and memories. She bagged the items, cleared the dust, wiped her eyes and filed away the memories.

I don't want to be one of those easily forgotten people, so important at the time, so special, so influential, and so treasured, yet years later just a vague face and a distant memory.

For the yesterdays and todays, and the tomorrows I can hardly wait for - Thank you.

People forget they have options. And they forget that those things really don't matter. They should concentrate on what they have and not what they don't have.

Nothing is never nothing. It's always something.

Always a chancer, always lucky, he'd fall into a river and come out dry, with fish in his pockets.

There were hundreds of them spread across the floor, each telling its own tale of triumph or sadness, each letter representing a phase in her life. She had kept them all.