Even Now, There Are Still Days So

Even Now, There Are Still Days So Beautiful, I Almost Believe In God.

Don't Waste Your One Beautiful Life.

Grief Doesn't Have A Plot. It Isn't Smooth. There Is No Beginning And Middle And End.

When I Was Seven Years Old, I Fell In Love With A Series Published By Bobbs-merrill Called 'the Childhood Of Famous Americans.' In It, Historical Figures Like Clara Barton, Nancy Hanks, Elias Howe, Patrick Henry, And Dozens More Came To Life For Me As Children.

The Only Language She Could Speak Was Grief. How Could He Not Know That? Instead, She Said, "i Love You." She Did. She Loved Him. But Even That Didn't Feel Like Anything Anymore.