A message to all of us that someone was here. That someone existed. That someone was loved.
Until recently, flowers never spoke to me; certainly not the way they spoke to my grandmother.
My mother sees with her heart. And I don’t know of a more beautiful sight than that.
What we all wish for — for ourselves and everyone we love, and not just at Christmastime but always...
Music gave us identity. What we listened to told us who we were. And we needed that.