One Withers, Another Grows.

The Truth Is, Part Of Me Is Every Age. I’m A Three-year-old, I’m A Five-year-old, I’m A Thirty-seven-year-old, I’m A Fifty-year-old. I’ve Been Through All Of Them, And I Know What It’s Like. I Delight In Being A Child When It’s Appropriate To Be A Child. I Delight In Being A Wise Old Man When It’s Appropriate To Be A Wise Old Man. Think Of All I Can Be! I Am Every Age, Up To My Own.

I Don't Use Any Fance Quill Pens Or Pads, Because I Can't Read My Own Handwriting. I Just Use Whatever Computer Is Laying Around, And Start Writing.

Tell Me About Your Family," I Said. And So She Did. I Listened Intently As My Mother Went Through Each Branch Of The Tree. Years Later, After The Funeral, Maria Had Asked Me Questions About The Family - Who Was Related To Whom - And I Struggled. I Couldn't Remember. A Big Chunk Of Our History Had Been Buried With My Mother. You Should Never Let Your Past Disappear That Way.

Sometimes, Love Brings You Together Even As Life Keeps You Apart.

With Endless Time, Nothing Is Special. With No Loss Or Sacrifice, We Can’t Appreciate What We Have