These happy golden years are passing by, these happy golden years.

Remember me with smiles and laughter, for that is how I'll remember you all. If you can only remember me with tears, then don't remember me at all.

All I have told is true, but it is not the whole truth.

In these days when we feed those who are not hungry, we are stealing from those who are starving, even though the food is our own.

We had no choice. Sadness was a dangerous as panthers and bears. the wilderness needs your whole attention.

Far worst of all, the fever had settled in Mary's eyes, and Mary was blind.

The world seems a lonesome place when mother has passed away and only memories of her are left.