This is a story about a man named Eddie and it begins at the end, with Eddie dying in the sun.

He had his time measures and he had her. That was his life. For as long as he could remember, it had been that way, Dor and Alli, even as children. "I do not want to die," she whispered. "You will not die." "I want to be with you." "You are.

Once heaven is done with grandma, we'd like her back, thanks.

For better or for worse, I've watched people die in front of me. I see how they are in the end. And they're not cynical. In the end, they wanna hold somebody's hand. And that's real to me.

I don't know about Heaven or Hell, but I do know that we are visited all the time by the spirits of those who affected us in life.

But fates are connected in ways we don’t understand.

Miracles happen quietly every day - in an operating room, on a stormy sea, in the sudden appearance of a road side stranger. They are rarely tallied. No one keeps score.