No, I stay for myself. Everything I need, everything I want, is here. I know it’s not enough for most people, but it is for me. Every time I leave, even for an afternoon or an overnight trip to Seattle, I can’t wait to get back. This is home. And I guess I’m a person who needs a home, a place to plant seeds and watch them grow.
I can’t die yet, honey. I haven’t finished counting the stars and don’t you know, my darling girl, that you will never be alone, because there is always love, and love lives forever.