“How did all of this time pass?” I asked myself. Youth is wasted on the young, I heard in a song a long time ago.

"As I studied the now-wilted flower, I realized I could see myself in it. What was once open and beautiful had become closed and withdrawn."

“I didn’t receive my copy. When they were giving them out, mine must have gotten dropped, given to someone else, or lost.  I didn’t get mine.  Did you get yours?”  

“…I also now know that loss is inevitable.  How we cope is up to us.”

“ I thought of times when I had quite literally been transformed after the most horrible things I experienced…”

“The best thing I have learned to do…is carry her love out into the world…”