None of the pictures of Elvis are ever the same after he lost his mom. Ever notice? I'm lucky. My mom passed away just over a year ago and I had her for a good long time.
Now, though, there's a new hole in my heart and it affects everything. My losses are greater and my highs don't quite hit the backboard. Oh, I'm not sad all the time. The laugh just doesn't ring as long.
It would be really nice to work hard to be a better person. Sometimes you have to stand up and do what's right to keep everything from tumbling around you. I suppose that hurting other people is about the worst crime there is. Walk softly and don't carry any sticks at all. Keep love in your heart.