I Certainly Have A Lot To Lament,

To Be Perfectly Frank, There Is An Odd Place After Losing A Child, Where You Think Somehow Your Life Is Worth Less.

You're Young. Maybe There'll Be Time For A Do-over If You Don't Get It Right The First Time. But There Are No Guarantees. There Will Come A Time As It Has For Me When There's No Time For A Do-over.

Leave Me If You Must, But Be Faithful To Me If You Are With Me.

My Job As The Mother Of Daughters Is To Make Sure My Children See That Every Opportunity Is Available To Them.

If I Had Lost A Leg, I Would Tell Them, Instead Of A Boy, No One Would Ever Ask Me If I Was 'over It'. They Would Ask Me How I Was Doing Learning To Walk Without My Leg. I Was Learning To Walk And To Breathe And To Live Without Wade. And What I Was Learning Is That It Was Never Going To Be The Life I Had Before.