It is never too late or too soon. It is when it is supposed to be.

We all lose somebody we care about and want to find some comforting way of dealing with it, something that will give us a little closure, a little peace.

I know I cannot undo this. None of us can undo what we’ve done, or relive a life already recorded.

In heaven, there is no judgment, but rather an opportunity to examine our lives-who we touched, the choices we made, and the consequences of those choices.

I used to be a classic workaholic, and after seeing how little work and career really mean when you reach the end of your life, I put a new emphasis on things I believe count more. These things include: family, friends, being part of a community, and appreciating the little joys of the average day.

Sometimes, when you are not getting the love you want, giving makes you think you will.

Heaven is always and forever around us and no soul remembered is ever really gone.