Getting Old We Can Deal With. Being

You Need To Keep People Close. You Need To Give Them Access To Your Heart.

Tell Me About Your Family," I Said. And So She Did. I Listened Intently As My Mother Went Through Each Branch Of The Tree. Years Later, After The Funeral, Maria Had Asked Me Questions About The Family - Who Was Related To Whom - And I Struggled. I Couldn't Remember. A Big Chunk Of Our History Had Been Buried With My Mother. You Should Never Let Your Past Disappear That Way.

There's A Story Behind Everything..but Behind All Your Stories Is Always Your Mother's Story..because Hers Is Where Yours Begins.

I Would Lying If I Said I Would Laugh In The Face Of Death.

Your Voice Will Come. We All Go Through The Same Thing. You Cannot Talk When You First Arrive." He Smiled. "it Helps You Listen.