Life is fragile and temporary. The faces of today quickly become the faces of the past. Sorrow, pain, and anger... it all fades- except love. Love is forever and there after, even when we've fallen to our graves.
You are my best friend as well as my lover, and I do not know which side of you I enjoy the most. I treasure each side, just as I have treasured our life together.
Do people look the same when they go to heaven, mommy? I don't know. I don't think so. Then how do people recognize each other? I don't know, sweetie. They just feel it. You don't need your eyes to love, right?
