Words are free, she used to say, and she appropriated them; they were all hers.
She sowed in my mind the idea that reality is not only what we see on the surface; it has a magical dimension as well and, if we so desire, it is legitimate to enhance it and color it to make our journey through life less trying.
There is no death, daughter. People die only when we forget them.
On that long journey, she wept all the tears stored in her soul, leaving none in reserve for later sorrows.