Narrator: Maybe we weren't aware of it then, amid the school paper-drives, and the scalloped potatoes, and the sounds of the neighbor's children playing ... But life was rich there ... In our small sanctuary. And precious. And the only thing that could ever change that was death.
Narrator: The thread of my Aunt Rose's life had been permanently woven into mine. Leaving me with questions. And driving home that night, my fragile little family hurtling through the darkness, I knew I'd have to face those questions one day.
Kevin: Don't ever die, OK?
Jack: Nah ... I'm not gonna die.
Narrator: But, for now, that was good enough for me.