He promised us that everything would be okay. I was a child, but I knew that everything would not be okay. That did not make my father a liar. It mad… - Jonathan Safran Foer

Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on.
I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.

I felt, that night, on that stage, under that skull, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What's so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What's so great about feeling and dreaming?

Every parent who loses a child finds a way to laugh again. The timbre begins to fade. The edge dulls. The hurt lessens. Every love is carved from loss. Mine was. Yours is. Your great-great-great-children's will be. But we learn to live with that love.