How do you know something is dead?
When there is no longer any breath.
Do you remember the beginning?
The beginning was the best part.
What was the worst?
The ending. It meant the story was over, nothing more to be told.
Your favorite part?
The memories. Life has a funny way of making life out of dead things.
What do you remember most?
The silences. More was told when nothing was being said.
If you had to put it all in a song what would it be?
There wasn’t many songs, but November says it well.