I will continue my path, but I will keep a memory always.
Is nothing in life ever straight and clear, the way children see it?
I can only strive for what is important
Try to capture what you can't bear to be without
I've grieved enough for his life cut short and for mine for running on for so long with so little in it. It's weakness now, but I suppose I am crying out of a general sense of loss. Maybe I am mourning for the human condition.
I need them and they need me to need them