He Did Not Know That The Child

We All Have Two Things In Common, No Matter Who We Are: We Were Born And We Are Going To Die.

Death Doesn't Just Take Someone, It Misses Someone Else, And In The Small Distance Between Being Taken And Being Missed, Lives Are Changed.

No Story Sits By Itself, Sometimes Stories Meet At Corners And Sometimes They Cover One Another Completely, Like Stones Beneath A River.

We All Yearn For What We Have Lost. But Sometimes, We Forget What We Have.

Personally, I Always Wondered About Authors And Celebrities Who Loudly Declared There Was No God. It Was Usually When They Were Healthy And Popular And Being Listened To By Crowds. What Happens, I Wondered, In The Quiet Moments Before Death? By Then, They Have Lost The Stage, The World Has Moved On. If Suddenly, In Their Last Gasping Moments, Through Fear, A Vision, A Late Enlightenment, They Change Their Minds About God, Who Would Know?