What do you say when you feel your life is taken right from your chest, even though I miraculously find myself still breathing?

I don't care how wonderful heaven is, I won't be content waiting thirty years for you.

Treating everyone she met like family, and burying needless critism of others so deep beneath the soil of everyday living that only kindness ever saw the light.

With each spring comes new life, energy and green growth. In summer comes the sun, warm, kind and enduring. Fall brings its canvas of color in careful, gentle change. Winter brews into faithful strength, beauty in pure white. And then comes you. You are all that Nature offers, a blessing, a gift.. You are the fifth season.

Now I know why the Lord took his day off on Sunday. That must be the day he personally greets his favorites.

Happy endings come in different packages