Long after you have reached the end of your natural span, part of you will dwell within me . . . as I shall be in you to the last of your days and even after.
All I can tell you is that at the end, there's nothing left but love.
Absolution exists, call it Christian or whatever. It’s far older than any creed, and one of our blessings.
Your own forefathers killed to have and hold the land where you were born, and sought to extinguish the memories and souls of those that were slain. What of those who prayed in the mountains of Appala...
Part of me shall dwell in my daughter to call upon in times of need of course.
