Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.
These are the final words from "A River Runs Through It", Norman MacLean's beautiful short story. If someone you love has been suddenly taken away from you, this story might help. You may never understand why your loved one is gone. But you can always remember how beautiful and precious they were. And, in the end, isn't that really more important?
