When A Lost Loved One Appears Before

If You Could Pack For Heaven, This Was How You'd Do It, Touching Everything, Taking Nothing.

Why Are We Embarassed By Silence? What Comfort Do We Find In All The Noise?

The Truth Is, Part Of Me Is Every Age. I’m A Three-year-old, I’m A Five-year-old, I’m A Thirty-seven-year-old, I’m A Fifty-year-old. I’ve Been Through All Of Them, And I Know What It’s Like. I Delight In Being A Child When It’s Appropriate To Be A Child. I Delight In Being A Wise Old Man When It’s Appropriate To Be A Wise Old Man. Think Of All I Can Be! I Am Every Age, Up To My Own.

All Endings Are Also Beginnings. We Just Don't Know It At The Time.

Please, Please, Please, Please, Please...,", Squeezing His Eyes Shut Because It Somehow Made The Words More Pure.