but then she did. she died. no more visits, no more phone calls. And without even realizing it, I began to drift, as if my roots had been pulled, as if I were floating down some side branch of a river.

There is a reason God limits man's days.

If we knew what comes next, we never would have worried.

Love is the only rational act.

Love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone.

We need to forgive ourselves. For all the things we didn't do. All the things we should have done. You can't get stuck on the regrets of what should have happened.

Shouldn't the world stop? Don't they know what has happened to me?