Before we leave the gravesite, Mary sings Mother's favorite gospel hymn ...Mary's lovely voice rises and lingers in the air, and by the end of the song most of us are crying. I am too, though I still don't know what those stars are meant to represent. My mistake, I suppose, is in thinking they should mean something.

My heart is shattered, an all that's left are jagged shards.

I couldn't have imagined how much more there was to lose.

People have to snatch at happiness when they can, in this world. It is always easier to lose than to find...