How do you pick up the threads of an old
life? How do you go on, when in your heart
you begin to understand. There is no going
back. There are some things that time
cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep.
That have taken hold.

Sometimes you'd wish things had not happened,
Things had not come.

"So do all who live to see such times...but
that is not for them to decide. All we
have to decide is what to do with the
time that is given to you."