Heaven is always and forever around us and no soul remembered is ever really gone.
You can find something truly important in an ordinary minute.
There is no formula to relationships.
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.
If you could pack for heaven, this was how you'd do it, touching everything, taking nothing.
I think what you notice most when you haven’t been home in a while is how much the trees have grown around your memories.