Me, I Was Already Jaded And Tarnished,

Life, It Turns Out, Goes On. There Is No Cosmic Rule That Grants You Immunity From The Details Just Because You Have Come Face-to-face With A Catastrophe. The Garbage Can Still Overflow, The Bills Arrive In The Mail, Telemarketers, Interrupt Dinner.

Every Life Has A Soundtrack.

All Any Of Us Wanted, Really, Was To Know That We Counted. That Someone Else's Life Would Not Have Been As Rich Without Us Here.

Here's My Question: What Age Are You When You're In Heaven?

You Live And Let Live, Eventually That Becomes Enough.