You May Be Your Own Best Helper,

Water And Stone Flesh And Bone Night And Morn Rose And Thorn Tree And Wind Heart And Mind

She Had Sacrificed Her Childhood To Save Her Brothers; She Loved Her Family Above All Else, And Her Spirits Yearned To Return Home Once More, To The Wild Forest And The Land Of Mystic Tales And Ancient Spirits Whence He Had Taken Her. That Was The Place Of Her Heart, And If He Loved Her, He Must Let Her Go.

He Would Have Told Her - He Would Have Said, It Matters Not If You Are Here Or There, For I See You Before Me Every Moment. I See You In The Light Of The Water, In The Swaying Of The Young Trees In The Spring Wind. I See You In The Shadows Of The Great Oaks, I Hear Your Voice In The Cry Of The Owl At Night. You Are The Blood In My Veins, And The Beating Of My Heart. You Are My First Waking Thought, And My Last Sigh Before Sleeping. You Are - You Are Bone Of My Bone, And Breath Of My Breath.

I Do Not View Suicide As Wicked, Just Terribly Sad. There Is Only One Death, But It Is Like A Stone Cast Into A Pond - The Ripples Stretch Far. Such An Act Must Leave A Burden Of Sorrow, Guilt, Shame And Confusion On An Entire Family. A Natural Death, Such As My Father Suffered, Is Hard Enough To Deal With. A Decision To End One's Life Must Be Still More Devastating For Those Left Behind. I Cannot Imagine The Degree Of Hopelessness Someone Must Feel To Contemplate Such An Act.

The World Is Simple, I Think, In Its Essence. Life, Death, Love, Hate. Desire, Fulfillment. Magic.