How many times on this journey I've thought, I have at least one good book in me. Now the opportunity finally comes and ... nothing seems as important as just being, just being present. I've just come from the road that takes both your parents away. The hardest good byes, the longest nights, the sadest days. There are only two choices here, feeling bad and not feeling at all. Still one goes on, little by little, on the hope that just a little further down the road there is something beautiful. There must be.