What You Have Done To This Point

I Believe He Died This Way On Purpose. I Believe He Wanted No Chilling Moments, No One To Witness His Last Breath And Be Haunted By It, The Way He Had Been Haunted By His Mother's Death-notice Telegram Or By His Father's Corpse In The City Morgue.

Everyone Is In Such A Hurry. People Haven’t Found Meaning In Their Lives, So They’re Running All The Time Looking For It. They Think The Next Car, The Next House, The Next Job. Then They Find Those Things Are Empty, Too, And They Keep Running. Once You Start Running, It’s Hard To Slow Yourself Down.

It Is No Coincidence That The Words 'trying' And 'dying' Are Only A Few Letters Apart.

There Was Always A Quest For More Minutes, More Hours, Faster Progress To Accomplish More In Each Day. The Simple Joy Of Living Between Summers Was Gone.

This Is Part Of What A Family Is About, Not Just Love. It's Knowing That Your Family Will Be There Watching Out For You. Nothing Else Will Give You That. Not Money. Not Fame. Not Work.