I also believe that parents, if they love you, will hold you up safely, above their swirling waters, and sometimes that means you'll never know what they endured, and you may treat them unkindly, in a way you otherwise wouldn't.

As children grow, they gravitate to their fates.

We all know how to be a child. It's inside all of us. For me, it's just remembering how to enjoy it.

That's what heaven is. You get to make sense of your yesterdays

Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.

When a lost loved one appears before you, it's your brain that fights it, not your heart.

But she wasn’t around, and that’s the thing when your parents die, you feel like instead of going in to every fight with backup, you are going into every fight alone.