When Hope Is Gone, Time Is Punishment.

Nothing Haunts Us Like The Things We Don't Say.

Love Like Rain, Can Nourish From Above, Drenching Couples With Soaking Joy. But Sometimes, Under The Angry Heat Of Life, Love Dries On The Surface And Must Nourish From Below, Tending To Its Roots, Keeping Itself Alive.

But Then She Did. She Died. No More Visits, No More Phone Calls. And Without Even Realizing It, I Began To Drift, As If My Roots Had Been Pulled, As If I Were Floating Down Some Side Branch Of A River.

I Believe That You Live On Inside The Hearts And Minds Of Everyone You've Touched While You Were Here On Earth.

Soon Man Will Count All His Days, And Then Smaller Segments Of The Day, And Then Smaller Still—until The Counting Consumes Him, And The Wonder Of The World He Has Been Given Is Lost.