I feel very lucky to know you—and as far as I have seen, to know you is literally to love you.

And I realize now that that was . . . that’s the best way to love someone. Hold them close, know that you’re loved, let it wash over you

I forget, because it’s hard to realize that the same person who gives you so much love, and to whom you give so much in return, can go through the kinds of pain and suffering that nothing you do can alleviate.

One day I realized, without God, nothing matters. So, I asked Him into my heart.

I do hope that when the day comes, whether in 1, 10, or 100 years, I don’t want you to think of me and feel sad.

I know I always carry her with me, and to have a piece of her grace shine through me is a gift I will continually strive to earn.