Suddenly, details seemed extremely important. Details were something to grab on to, a way to insert myself into the story.
Remember me for these days, not the old ones.
All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped.
As long as we can love each other, and remember the feeling of love we had, we can die without ever really going away.
As children grow, they gravitate to their fates.
What in life can love not penetrate?