Or Else

by Joe Hart

sometimes the quietest and most reserved people were hurting the worst.

“There’s one thing this disease has taught me, and that’s life is like dementia. Anything can slip away at any time. You gotta hold on to the things that matter as long as you can.”

Words are funny things. They’re warped mirrors of what we mean, and only once in a while do they reflect the truth. Maybe that’s our fault, and maybe we can’t help it. Maybe we do the best we can.

Sometimes it was people’s silence that said the most. If you loved someone, all kinds of conversations happened without words.

Winston Churchill had supposedly once said. If you’re going through hell, keep going.

It wasn’t just houses that could be haunted. Hearts could be too.

It’s funny the things you remember and what you forget. All of it’s important, every last second.

We wish our loved ones long lives and quick deaths. It’s what separates us from animals.

You lie to the ones you love sometimes. You lie because you love them. You lie to yourself.