Written at the National Shrine and in the Russell Senate Building—Washington, D.C.
When the crying is done, you are left with one thought—that life is unity and nothing or anyone you encounter along the way can ever be forgotten in the Eternal Memory Bank which records and reanimates every moment of love, of fear, of bravery and loss.
Rather, forgetting is anathema to this way of experiencing life. Though a certain memory may, from time to time, elude the grip of conscious thought, the impression of a thing (or a person) remains, having played an irrevocable part in the shaping of who’ve you become and who you’ll turn into one day.
So live with the confidence of this eternal truth: that nothing is lost, but all is gained—absorbed into the ever-changing mix of facts and thoughts and knowledge and truth which defines your way of seeing and being in this world. For who can argue with a view of life that whispers into your ear: “Child, be at peace—all you have done and all you have seen has made a real difference to someone or something, though you may not see or understand from your place among the heavens”?