You're Not Listening With Your Eyes.

But My Father, A Thief In Many Ways, Had Robbed Me Of My Concentration.

In Heaven, There Is No Judgment, But Rather An Opportunity To Examine Our Lives-who We Touched, The Choices We Made, And The Consequences Of Those Choices.

If You Could Pack For Heaven, This Was How You'd Do It, Touching Everything, Taking Nothing.

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.

Now You Know How Badly Someone Wanted You, Charley. Children Forget That Sometimes. They Think Of Themselves As A Burden Instead Of A Wish Granted.