In the end,

the jagged parts fit together to form a whole, and yet there is always space for more. Each one I chose gave me a piece of the puzzle, combining and intertwining and shattering apart. As the years go by, I remember their gifts, turning the lessons around in my mind, poking and prodding and wondering about choices made. As years go by, their faces fade softly and quietly from my memories.

What have you been given?

the boys