Without Love We All Like Birds With

And I Suppose Tapes Are A Desperate Attempt To Steal Something From Death's Suitcase.

I Don't Use Any Fance Quill Pens Or Pads, Because I Can't Read My Own Handwriting. I Just Use Whatever Computer Is Laying Around, And Start Writing.

Heaven Is Always And Forever Around Us And No Soul Remembered Is Ever Really Gone.

She Had Been So Consumed With Escaping Her Own Misery, She Hadn't Considered The Misery She Might Inflict.

Death Doesn't Just Take Someone, It Misses Someone Else, And In The Small Distance Between Being Taken And Being Missed, Lives Are Changed.