Each Time I Told My Story, I

He Would Find His Susie,inside His Young Son. Give That Love To The Living.

Who Would Have Thought Something That Happened That Long Ago Could Have Such Power?

But, He Also Said It Because Part Of Him Wanted More Of Her, This Cold Woman Who Was Not Exactly Cold, This Rock Who Was Not Stone.

I Like Gardening - It's A Place Where I Find Myself When I Need To Lose Myself.

The Dead Are Never Exactly Seen By The Living, But Many People Seem Acutely Aware Of Something Changed Around Them. They Speak Of A Chill In The Air. The Mates Of The Deceased Wake From Dreams And See A Figure Standing At The End Of Thier Bed, Or In A Doorway, Or Boarding, Phantomlike, A City Bus.