You May Be Your Own Best Helper,

He Would Have Told Her - He Would Have Said, It Matters Not If You Are Here Or There, For I See You Before Me Every Moment. I See You In The Light Of The Water, In The Swaying Of The Young Trees In The Spring Wind. I See You In The Shadows Of The Great Oaks, I Hear Your Voice In The Cry Of The Owl At Night. You Are The Blood In My Veins, And The Beating Of My Heart. You Are My First Waking Thought, And My Last Sigh Before Sleeping. You Are - You Are Bone Of My Bone, And Breath Of My Breath.

Real Life Is Not Quite As It Is In Stories. In The Old Tales, Bad Things Happen, And When The Tale Has Unfolded And Come To Its Triumphant Conclusion, It Is As If The Bad Things Had Never Been. Life Is Not As Simple As That, Not Quite.

Perhaps He Could Still Weave Together The Broken Threads Of His Life. And Yet, I Wanted Him Here Now. I Needed Him Here. In The Darkness, If I Sat Very Still, I Could Almost Feel His Presence By Me, Quite Near, But Not Too Near. Didn't I Promise To Keep You Safe, He Would Say Softly. I Have Never Broken A Promise. Don't Look So Worried, Jenny. And Yet, He Would Be Careful. Careful Not To Move Too Close. Careful Not To Frighten Me. Waiting Still. I Am Your Shelter. Don't Be Afraid.

I Had Learned How It Felt To Want More Than The Sweet Touch Of Hand To Cheek Or Lips To Palm, More Than A Kiss, More Than An Embrace. I Was Starting To Discover That It Is Not Only The Mind That Understands Love, But Also The Body.

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.