Even Now, There Are Still Days So

Grief Doesn't Have A Plot. It Isn't Smooth. There Is No Beginning And Middle And End.

In My Adult Life, I Had Spent A Lot Of Time Angry At God, Mostly Over The Sudden Deaths In My Family - My Brother At 30, My Daughter At 5.

My Cousins And I Used To Play Beatle Wives. We All Wanted To Be Married To Paul, But John Was O.k. Too. None Of Us Wanted Ringo. Or Even Worse, George.

Even Now, There Are Still Days So Beautiful, I Almost Believe In God.

Don't Waste Your One Beautiful Life.