To Those Who Are Here, Those Who

It's Not A Date. I Bought My Own Drink And I Didn't Shave My Legs.

What Shall We Drink To?" "how About Family?" Stacy Said, Showing Up Just In Time To Pour A Fourth Shot. "to Those Who Are Here, Those Who Are Gone, And Those Who Are Lost." And She Clicked Glasses With Mom

When You're A Mom, You Learn About Fear. You're Always Afraid. Always. About Everything From Cupboard Doors To Kidnappers To Weather.

Sometimes You Simply Made The Wrong Choice And You Had To Live With It. You Could Only Change The Future.

And Maybe That Was How It Was Supposed To Be...joy And Sadness Were Part Of The Package; The Trick, Perhaps,was To Let Yourself Feel All Of It, But To Hold On To The Joy Just A Little More Tightly.