Absence Becomes The Greatest Presence.

I Feel Happy To Be Keeping A Journal Again. I've Missed It, Missed Naming Things As They Appear, Missed The Half Hour When I Push All Duties Aside And Savor The Experience Of Being Alive In This Beautiful Place.

Nobody Stays Special When They're Old, Anna. That's What We Have To Learn.

What Is There To Do When People Die - People So Dear And Rare - But Bring Them Back By Remembering?

Miracles Cannot Be Explained, That Is Their Miraculous Nature.

She Became For Me An Island Of Light, Fun, Wisdom Where I Could Run With My Discoveries And Torments And Hopes At Any Time Of Day And Find Welcome.