Love Is How You Stay Alive, Even

It's The Thinking That Gets You Killed.

Please, Please, Please, Please, Please...,", Squeezing His Eyes Shut Because It Somehow Made The Words More Pure.

If You Could Pack For Heaven, This Was How You'd Do It, Touching Everything, Taking Nothing.

You Have To Find What’s Good And True And Beautiful In Your Life As It Is Now. Looking Back Makes You Competitive. And, Age Is Not A Competitive Issue.

Once Heaven Is Done With Grandma, We'd Like Her Back, Thanks.