Death doesn't just take someone, it misses someone else, and in the small distance between being taken and being missed, lives are changed.

Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them.

Getting old we can deal with. Being old is the problem

Every day, have a little bird on your shoulder that asks, 'Is today the day? Am I ready? Am I doing all I need to do? Am I being the person i want to be? Is today the day I die?

What you have done to this point cannot be undone. What you do next... It is still unwritten.

Parents rarely let go of their children, so children let go of them. They move on. They move away.

Small towns are like metronomes; with the slightest flick, the beat changes.