I see Susan and I see her beautiful smile.
I smile back up at her in spite of the tears rolling down my face. And I smile knowing that at this very moment I am not the only one looking up to the sky at this beautiful moon and seeing Susan.
All that survives after our death are publications and people. So look carefully after the words you write, the thoughts and publications you create, and how you love others. For these are the only things that will remain.