All I was afraid of is saying good-bye.

Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can’t. You know the month, the year, the day of the week. There is a clock on your wall or the dashboard of your car. You have a schedule, a calendar, a time for dinner or a movie. Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. an alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.

It's always difficult to watch someone you love die.

Aging is not just decay, you know, its growth.

And I suppose tapes are a desperate attempt to steal something from Death's suitcase.

God sings, we hum along, and there are many melodies, but it's all one song - one same, wonderful, human song.

It is never too late or too soon. It is when it is supposed to be.