I’ve traded time spent in conversation with just passing time.
The things I can touch are often all that remains of the people I’ve loved.
What keeps us human is the shared experience of living.
Memories of my father center on his death and not his life.
In her death, she gave us the one thing we needed most—our family.
Time spent in remembrance is never wasted.
I think that right now, our courage is all we’ve got.