I'd Tried Enough To Know That Anything

I Write Human Stories. I Write About People. Not As A Product Of Their Environment. But From The Stance That Everybody Is Made Of The Same Thing.

What Seems Tragic Now Won't Even Be An Issue In A Few Years Time.

On The Other Hand, She Was A Women With A Million Happy Memories, Who Knew What It Was Like To Experience True Love And Who Was Ready To Experience More Life, More Love And Make New Memories. Whether It Happened In Ten Months Or Ten Years, Holly Would Obey Gerry's Final Message. Whatever Lay Ahead, She Knew She Would Open Her Heart And Follow Where It Led. In The Meantime, She Would Just Live.

I Lost My Dad. He Lost His Tomorrows And I Lost All The Tomorrows With Him. You Could Say That Now, I Appreciate Them When They Come. Now, I Want To Make Them The Best They Can Possibly Be.

It's Like My Garden, Love. Everything Grows. Including Love. And With That Growing Everyday How Can You Expect Missing Her To Ever Fade Away? Everything Builds, Including Our Ability To Cope With It. That's How We Keep Going.