It's not all about death. It's about finding ourselves again, too, and re-establishing our lives. We give each other hope.

It's four years, and I cry every day with the aching in my heart at not being able to touch my daughter.

It gives me an opportunity to speak of my daughter, to say my daughter's name, to cry about that awful loss inside me.

Awareness is everything. Hallie once pointed out to me that people worry a lot more about the eternity *after* their deaths than the eternity that happened before they were born. But it's the same amount of infinity, rolling out in all directions from where we stand.

Because I could not stop for death he kindly stopped for me, or paused at least to strike a glancing blow with his sky-blue mouth as he passed.

oh.
she heard it
too-no waters
coursing, canyon
empty, sun
soundless-
and the beast
your life
nowhere
hiding (p. 103)