But Mary Elizabeth felt different. She kept saying it was an "articulate" film. So "articulate." And I guess it was. The thing is, I didn't know what it said even if it said it very well.

I wish I knew. It might make me miss him more clearly. It might have made sad sense.

Everyone is special in their own way.

I guess when you see somebody in the hallway or on the field or something, it's nice to know that they are a real person.

I don’t want to start thinking again. Not like I have this last week. I can’t think again. Not ever again.

I just hope I remember to tell my kids that they are as happy as I look in my old photographs. And I hope that they believe me.

And I guess I realized at that moment that I really did love her. Because there was nothing to gain, and that didn't matter.