Nothing Comes Without A Price.

I Wanted So Much To Keep You Safe. I Did My Best. I'm Sorry Things Didn't Come Out Different For The Two Of Us. I Wish I Could Have Been Good Enough For You.

I Had Grown Up. I Had Learned That Being A Woman Was Knowing When To Stand Firm And When To Compromise. I Had Learned To Laugh And Weep; I Had Learned That I Was Weak As Well As Strong. I Had Learned To Love. I Was No Longer A Rigid, Upright Tree That Would Not Flex And Bow, Even Though The Gale Threatened To Snap It In Two; I Was The Willow That Bends And Shivers And Sways, And Yet Remains Strong.

Death, Of Course, Should Not Be Feared, But Awaited With Certain Wonder. To Die Was To Step Across A Threshold Into A New World, Unknown, Unimaginable.

What I Do . . . The Path I Tread . . . It Brings Some Choices That Test Me Hard.

Wake The Sleeper Must, And Confront His Fears, Or Risk Being Lost In The Dark Places Of The Mind Forever.