The Sadness You Feel Is Not Your

Because That's What Heaven Is...it's Opening The Door Of A House In Twilight And Everyone You Love Is There.

A Thousand Recollected Lives Were Passing Through Her, A Thousand Stories - Of Love And Work, Of Parents And Children, Of Duty And Joy And Grief. Beds Slept In And Meals Eaten, And The Bliss And Pain Of The Body, And A View Of Summer Leaves From A Window On A Morning It Had Rained; The Nights Of Loneliness And The Nights Of Love, The Soul In It's Body Keeping Always Longing To Be Known.

I Have Any Number Of Completely Dark Obsessions And Fascinations, And None Of This Was Present In My Profile Or My Growing Profile As A Writer.

So Perhaps The Greatest Worry Of All Was That One Day You Would Realize That All The Worries Of Your Life Amounted To One Thing: The Desire To Just Stop Worrying.

The Sadness You Feel Is Not Your Own. It's His Sadness You Feel In Your Heart, Amy, For Missing You.