You Don't Have Anything If You Don't

Things Which Don't Shift And Grow Are Dead Things.

He Made A Story For All Of Them, A Story To Give Them Strength. The Words Of The Story Poured Out Of His Mouth As If They Had Substance, Pebbles And Stone Extending To Hold The Corporal Up...knees From Buckling...hands From Letting Go Of The Blanket.

When Someone Dies, You Don't Get Over It By Forgetting; You Get Over It By Remembering, And You Are Aware That No Person Is Ever Truly Lost Or Gone Once They Have Been In Our Life And Loved Us, As We Have Loved Them.

You Don't Have Anything If You Don't Have The Stories.

But Sometimes What We Call 'memory' And What We Call 'imagination' Are Not So Easily Distinguished.