ask her about her history      with forgotten gods           with highways                with stars all of the different things  that have lead her  to you the long way around || O.L.

To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children… to leave the world a better place… to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded. Ralph Waldo Emerson

“What was she like?” My mother asked trying not to pry to much but always failing. “Beautiful” “Beautiful was she?” she said. “Yes. Absolutely beautiful.” “But I wouldn’t describe her as strictly beautiful. Cause well she more than beautiful. She was funny, smart, down to earth, rewarding, thoughtful and beautiful. She was every nice word …