Yesterday Was A Closed Book, Tomorrow, However,

Elizabeth’s Hands Flew To Her Mouth; Tears Filled Her Eyes With Happiness As She Realized He Was Fulfilling Yet Another Of Her And Her Mother’s Intended Activities. “why Are You Fulfilling All Of My Mother’s Dreams?” She Asked, Studying His Face And Searching For Answers. “so You Don’t Run Away Like She Did In Search Of Them,” He Replied, Taking Her Hand. “come On, Join In!” He Said, Leaping Around.

That's What Life Is About: People Come And Go.

His Entired Life Bundled Into Wenty Refuse Sacks. His And Her Memories Bundle Away In Holly's Mind. Each Item Unearthed Dust, Tears, Laughter And Memories. She Bagged The Items, Cleared The Dust, Wiped Her Eyes And Filed Away The Memories.

And That Is How Goodwin Problems Were Always Fixed. Fix Them On The Surface But Don't Go To The Root, Always Ignoring The Elephant In The Room. I Think That Morning Was When I Realized I'd Grown Up With An Elephant In Every Room Of My Life. It Was Practically Our Family Pet.

Day-to-day Things, The Mundane, Are What Keeps The Motor Running. How Extraordinary The Ordinary Really Is, A Tool We All Use To Keep Going, A Template For Sanity.