I won't ever leave you, even though you're always leaving me.

It's hard being left behind. (...) It's hard to be the one who stays.

It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.

Why is love intensified by absence?

I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I'm tired. I watch the wind play with the trash that's been under the snow all winter. Everything seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by abscence?

one of the best and the most painful things about time traveling has been the opportunity to see my mother alive.

Right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the joy of this perfect moment.

I sit quietly and think about my mom. It's funny how memory erodes, If all I had to work from were my childhood memories, my knowledge of my mother would be faded and soft, with a few sharp memories standing out.

I think about my mother singing after lunch on a Summer afternoon, twirling in blue dress across the floor of her dressing room