I'll always love your memory, but it won't always be clear to me.
There were things we learned, things we said and did. Things that made us laugh and cry and shook us to our cores. These were all torn from us, but we knew they would be. We faced death as we were, and is it was.
Because all that matters to an animal is not all that there can be. Economy-- was it all just economy?
No, it couldn't be. Emotion, what are you? The trap of victory.
The most sincere celebration brings one to tears. That's when the world percusses the raw heart like a tribal drum.