How many boys like him were out there in the ether, holding on to their big brothers and sisters who were still alive? How many husbands were floating between life and death, clinging to their wives in this world? And how may millions and millions of people were there in the world like Charlie who wouldn't let go of their loved ones when they're gone?

There's death and life, you see. We all shine on. A leaf, a star, a song, a laugh. Notice the little things, because somebody is reaching out to you. ...Somebody loves you.

...the enduring human need to be remembered.

...like the 75 billion souls who lived before him, each and every one a treasure, he, too, will die.

Mientras más estoy en tú mundo, menos puedo estar en el de él