She was not sorry. And if it was the wine telling her that, then she would tell the wine the same thing tomorrow. She was not sorry.

The suffering of a loved one was in many ways worse than one's one suffering because it left one feeling so very helpless.

Was memory always as much of a burden as it could sometimes be a blessing.

Why do I want to run from happiness?

This time her heart would not break, even though it would hurt and hurt for a long time to come. Perhaps for the rest of her life. But it would not break. She had the strength to go on alone.

I have always been a spectator of life, you know, never a participant. Never. But now I am. Today I am, and I an awed and deliriously happy. This is the adventure I asked for, the adventure I am having I will be forever grateful to you.

The bad part is life continues. The good part is that the pain goes away.