“When you come to the end, that’s where God begins.”

When you’re rotten about yourself, you become rotten to everyone else, even those you love.

Death is the end of a lifetime, not the end of a relationship.

Ends are for yesterday, not tomorrows.

Because one thing God gave us- and I’m afraid it’s at times a little too much- is freewill. Freedom to choose. I believe he gave us everything needed to build a beautiful world, if we choose wisely.

She loved me coming and going, at my worst and at my best. She had a bottomless well of love for me.

Love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone.

No life is a waste. The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we’re alone.

Each affects the other, and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one.

I give myself a good cry if I need it. But then I concentrate on the good things still in my life. I don’t allow myself any more self-pity than that. A little each every morning, a few tears, and that’s all.

Once heaven is done with grandma, we’d like her back, thanks.

But fates are connected in ways we don’t understand.

When someone is in your heart, they’re never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.

Heaven is always and forever around us and no soul remembered is ever really gone.

It is far more comforting to think God listened and said no, than to think that nobody’s out there.

Heaven can be found in the most unlikely corners.

You can find something truly important in an ordinary minute.