Give sorrow words;
the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart
and bids it break.
~ William Shakespeare, in Macbeth, Act IV, Scene III
"I have only slipped away into the next room, I am I and you are you.Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.Play, smile, think of me. All is well."...(April 15,2004..10.40)