Then out spoke brave Horatius, the Captain of the Gate: “To every man upon this earth, death cometh soon or late; And how can man die better than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers, and the temples of his Gods

I lost my real briefcase, my whole life was in it.

Here I am, Here I Remain.

If we have souls, they are made of the love we share, undimmed by time, unbound by death.