My Own Father Didn't Talk A Lot

Life Goes Quickly, Doesn't It?

She Was Like A Wound Beneath An Old Bandage, And He Had Grown More Used To The Bandage.

Please Do Not Leave Me, He Thought. He Could Not Bear A World Without Alli. He Realized How Much He Relied On Her From Morning Until Night. She Was His Only Conversation. His Only Smile. She Prepared Their Meager Food And Always Offered It To Him First, Even Though He Insisted She Eat Before He Did. They Leaned On Each Other At Sunsets. Holding Her As They Slept Felt Like His Last Connection To Humanity.

Each Affects The Other, And The Other Affects The Next, And The World Is Full Of Stories, But The Stories Are All One.

I Believe That You Live On Inside The Hearts And Minds Of Everyone You've Touched While You Were Here On Earth.