... not eternal, but for the memory that remains...
...and the heart that beats.
"Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts, nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then, with the breath of kindness blow the rest away." George Eliot
Thank you for those who know me well enough to send me food and flowers, and to those precious few who have given me something to look forward to when there doesn't seem to be much ahead of me. You know who you are.