My World Was Changing, And I Was

Liadan," He Said, Staring Intently At The Ground. "yes," I Whispered. "don't Wed That Man Eamonn. Tell Him, If He Takes You, He's A Dead." --bran

A Dream Is The Key That Unlocks The Mysteries Of The Waking World.

I Should Have Realized, When Cathal Kissed Me In The Hallway, That My Response Was The First Raindrop Heralding A Storm.

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.

Perhaps He Could Still Weave Together The Broken Threads Of His Life. And Yet, I Wanted Him Here Now. I Needed Him Here. In The Darkness, If I Sat Very Still, I Could Almost Feel His Presence By Me, Quite Near, But Not Too Near. Didn't I Promise To Keep You Safe, He Would Say Softly. I Have Never Broken A Promise. Don't Look So Worried, Jenny. And Yet, He Would Be Careful. Careful Not To Move Too Close. Careful Not To Frighten Me. Waiting Still. I Am Your Shelter. Don't Be Afraid.