Have you seen a life born and someone die? The beginning and end of life. Memories buzzing as guilt buts in like gossipy neighbors and regret comes as if it’s not enough that reality is rude and the loss is lost in wishing away a stain that stays to remind us that all wasn’t as we’d want to make believe. Yet, if wet trash is how we feel as we let tears flow as we almost *** laughing the bad away and crying the good in reality fills us with the truth of how love is.