The best may yet become.

I told you a story of love and made you cry.

I cried too.

Aunt Peggy died seventy  years ago and the sadness remain.

Life goes on because it must.

But it's never the same.

On one of my return visits to Scotland,  I  stood on the sidewalk and looked out the road towards the school. I attended and re-called the days when I walked that path.

I realized the  girl  I was no longer existed. She was a ghost of myself..

Life is lived in  episodes.

Chapters are outlined and marked with beginnings and ends.

Some are longer  and stronger and harder than others.

As  each one ends, a new one begins.

As the story continues , new facets  are added ..new features chiseled out.

Every  chapter is a new beginning.