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"It was a long season of mourning, and there were times when I wondered if I should mourn all my life and never again be free of it; but at last I could remember without weeping, and recall the days of love without unending sorrow welling up like tears from the very depths of my being. There is no sorrow like the memory of love and the knowledge that it is gone forever; even in dreams, I never saw again his face, and though I longed for it, I came at last to see that it was just as well, lest I live all the rest of my life in dreams...but at last there came a day when I could look back and know that the time for mourning was ended; my lover and my child were on the other Shore and even if I should somehow meet them beyond the gates of death, none of us would ever know..."

From The Mists of Avalon, by Marion Zimmer Bradley

Someday I may be able to say, "I think, perhaps, I'm almost getting there" and it will be because of all of you.
Love, Billy.