Moving on doesn't mean forgetting.

Moving on doesn't mean forgetting.

You ain’t dead yet, so you ain’t done.

Death and loss, they plague you. So do memories. Like the Mississippi's incessant slap against the levees, they creep up with deceptive sweetness before grabbing your heart and pulling it under.

There are no completely good or bad people. Everybody makes mistakes, or bad choices. It's how we live with them that make us the people we are.

They say that not matter how old you become, when you are with your siblings, you revert back to childhood.

Miles and years become suddenly invisible when you find yourself back where you started from, as if you've learned nothing and you are once again the person you once were.