She never indulged in self-pity, nor did she point the finger of blame for her misfortunes. Her heart was clear of bitterness. I believe that if a person’s strength of character is measured at the end of his or her life, it is by these qualities-qualities that allow a life to be lived, free of those restraints we place upon ourselves.
…I feel pity that she will never fully understand what it is to be loved and forgiven, then loved even more.
Poor little lambs,’ says one, eyeing us constantly, as if there is something wrong with us; as if we have a condition that can’t be named.