...the Human Spirit Knows, Deep Down That

There Are No Random Acts.

Lost Love Is Still Love. It Takes A Different Form, That's All. You Can't See Their Smile Or Bring Them Food Or Tousle Their Hair Or Move Them Around A Dance Floor. But When Those Senses Weaken Another Heightens. Memory. Memory Becomes Your Partner. You Nurture It. You Hold It. You Dance With It.

People Often Belittle The Place Where They Were Born.

I Give Myself A Good Cry If I Need It, But Then I Concentrate On All Good Things Still In My Life.

We All Know How To Be A Child. It's Inside All Of Us. For Me, It's Just Remembering How To Enjoy It.