My soul will find yours.

It is really disturbing and most surprising that the enemies, despite their being in the wrong, are united, and you despite your being in the right, are divided.

That’s the thing you never expect about grieving, what a competition  it is.

Once you have forgiven, don’t look back. Do not linger on the hurt, do not relive the offense, and do not reconsider the blame. Let it go. That is when you have truly reached a state of forgiveness and opened the door to happiness.

An old Italian gentleman lived alone in New  Jersey. He wanted to plant his annual tomato garden, but it was very difficult work, as the ground was hard. His only son Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:

Dear Vincent, I am feeling pretty sad because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. Wish you were her to dig the plots for me, like old times. Miss you. Love,  Papa

A few days later he received a letter from his son.

Dear Papa,  Don’t dig up that garden. That’s where the bodies are buried.  Love, Vinnie

At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left.  That same day the old man received another letter from his son.

Dear Papa, Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That’s the best I could do under the circumstances.  Love you, Vinnie.

“You know, I thought about that a lot these last couple of years,” She says in a choked voice. “About who was there for you. Who held your hand while you grieved for all that you’d lost?”

“That was one of the saddest things about people—their most important thoughts and feelings often went unspoken and barely understood.”

—	Alexandra Adornetto (Halo)

“I like people with depth, I like people with emotion, I like people with a strong mind, an interesting mind, a twisted mind, and also someone that can make me smile.”

—	Abbey Lee Kershaw

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