By Robert Frost Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

by Jodi Picoult This is what I like about photographs, they’re proof that once, even just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.

The light is bright but my heart is at peace. Pain I feel no more. My loved ones will miss me, but my sorrow has ceased as my spirit begins to soar! As I met my Savior, He holds me close as a father comforts a child. I know my loved ones will miss me, […]