Sometimes, Love Brings You Together Even As

Lost Love Is Still Love. It Takes A Different Form, That's All. You Can't See Their Smile Or Bring Them Food Or Tousle Their Hair Or Move Them Around A Dance Floor. But When Those Senses Weaken Another Heightens. Memory. Memory Becomes Your Partner. You Nurture It. You Hold It. You Dance With It.

What Do People Fear Most About Death? I Asked The Reb. "fear?" He Thought For A Moment. 'well, For One Thing, What Happens Next? Where Do We Go? Is It What We Imagined?" That's Big. "yes. But There's Something Else." What Else? He Leaned Forward. "being Forgotten," He Whispered.

What Is It?” “a Prayer.” “for A Child?” She Nodded. “for Me?” Another Nod. “on A Tree?” “trees Spend All Day Looking Up At God.

As Children Grow, They Gravitate To Their Fates.

Turn On The Faucet. Wash Yourself With The Emotion. It Won’t Hurt You. It Will Only Help. If You Let The Fear Inside, If You Pull It On Like A Familiar Shirt, Then You Can Say To Yourself, “all Right, It’s Just Fear, I Don’t Have To Let It Control Me. I See It For What It Is".