I shared with him that sometimes I just feel like a little child
that wants to be held for a few hours and rocked back and forth and told “Shhh, it's ok, everything’s going to be alright.”
and he said “Me too.”

"Everyone comes with their own pile of poop", she said.
"You just have to decide which pile you're willing to play in."

She kept spilling her guts all over the place
And wondered why she was waiting for someone else to clean them up.

"Don't worry about not meeting my expectations," she wrote.
"After all, I'm the girl who gives a guy credit for wiping his own butt."

He asked her to call in the morning.
But the next day she just sat and watched the clock and waited to pick up the phone.
She was trying to figure out how he defined "morning."

As she looked at the list of names of unknown people, she thought,
"It is amazing to see the words that once lived on the pages of a small notebook on my desk travel off to so many new destinations.
I hope they find where they are going."

Yesterday he asked me why I didn't like cilantro.
"Because it tastes like Ivory soap!," I thought.
But I just shrugged my shoulders,
I knew my disliking it wasn't reason enough for him
So I stopped looking for a reason that he would understand.

He told me he went on stage naked a lot to perform
I thought he meant "bearing his soul"
But he just meant "without his clothes on."

On the inside front cover of my senior yearbook John wrote:
"Don't forget us little people."
That was 17 years ago.
Today I learned that John is missing in the gaping wound that was the World Trade Center.
Is this God's way of reminding me not to forget?
I would have preferred a string around my finger.

Maybe I'm really a tree in disguise...
I seem to like to branch out in lots of different directions.

She taught her how to skate when she was three.
"Don't move!," the child said as she braved the 4 feet of ice that separated them.
"Don't worry," she thought, "My skates may be moving, but I'm not going anywhere."

Today the California hills look like the curves of a woman lying at rest in the warm sun.

She tried to find words for how she felt, but the 10,000 languages in the world were inadequate.
She wondered, "If I could create number 10,001, what would it sound like?"

I was asked once to find the median in a list of numbers.
I said, "Choose the one on the left."
I was never very good with numbers.

She would go running in the streets and wonder if these could really be the same streets she drove on every day on her way to work.

I met a woman with a "weenie" attached to her side.
She said it kept her kidneys clean.
I knew it was there to open my eyes.

I met a man with no legs once
But he seemed to be able to take himself everywhere he needed to go.

Every time her leg moved, the cat tried to pounce on it.
I think the cat has it right -
Chase down everything that catches your fancy
Waiting is not required.

She wondered why the caps were screwed on so tight...
to keep what was inside from getting out?...
or to keep what was outside from getting in?...

While she was alive she gave her possessions to the ones she loved -
But they knew her love was the most precious gift she gave them.