I don't know why people die.

You have that look in your eyes.

Expectancy.

You assume I know your answer in the way that only the innocent do. And you are innocent, innocence only fades with age and you don't have that yet.

I can't make it better. I can't make it alright when you lose someone and I can't tell you the good reason your expecting to explain that death isn't bad.

But what I can tell you is the other side of your question, I can tell you why I live. It's not your answer but it's the only gift I have to offer you.

I live to see the sun come up. To feel its warmth spread over the new world and I live to search for the treasures I believe to be out there, the people I believe to be out there. The love I believe to be out there.

I live to feel love's breath on my neck. It's warmth echoing that of the new born sun melting an old heart and making it love again and I live to be held in the arms of the one for whom we all search.

I live to see you grow up. I sit and wait protectively for heaven to let go and the world to claim you, wanting to do more when the innocence begins to fade away from your mind and reality set in.

I live to find out who I become. Wondering where my life is going to take me, what else it is going to be thrown at me like an old movie you didn't want to watch but want and need to know the ending to.

I live to show the world that I can. All the people who doubted me, made things hard for me and hurt me, I want to show them that they can't break me, that I'm still here and I'm here for the entirety.

All these thoughts flicker through my mind in an instant but I don't tell you any of it, it's not what you want to hear and it's not your answer. I just hug you and tell you that people die because heaven wants their angels back.