Trust Can Be A Hard Lesson; Hope

After A While, Footsteps Sounded On The Flagstones Outside And There Was A Gentle Tap At The Door. Of Course, One Of Them Would Come. So Close Were We, The Seven Of Us, That No Childhood Injury Went Unnoticed, No Slight, Real Or Imagined, Went Unaddressed, No Hurt Was Endured Without Comfort.

You Will Find The Way, Daughter Of The Forest. Through Grief And Pain, Through Many Trials, Through Betrayal And Loss, Your Feet Will Walk A Straight Path.

The Future Was In Our Own Hands. If We Wanted A World Where Such Things Were Possible, It Was For Us To Make It.

I Do Not View Suicide As Wicked, Just Terribly Sad. There Is Only One Death, But It Is Like A Stone Cast Into A Pond - The Ripples Stretch Far. Such An Act Must Leave A Burden Of Sorrow, Guilt, Shame And Confusion On An Entire Family. A Natural Death, Such As My Father Suffered, Is Hard Enough To Deal With. A Decision To End One's Life Must Be Still More Devastating For Those Left Behind. I Cannot Imagine The Degree Of Hopelessness Someone Must Feel To Contemplate Such An Act.

I Would Hold On, And Hold On, Until My Hands Clutch At Emptiness.