"I went to my father's burial the other day. There was no service, just a burial. It was an uneventful, strange experience. But, there was one thing that stuck with me that I haven’t been able to let go of since. There was a man that was around, who saw the world, who spoke and connected with people, who experienced both darkness and light, had complex experiences and thoughts and emotions. For 36 years this went on. And then this man died, and all of that life, all of that personal experience, that darkness and light, was put into one little black box and buried under the ground. I haven’t been able to reconcile that emotion yet, I’m not sure I know how. It all started with him. And after that, My mother attempted suicide in her sorrows. I could imagine how hurt she was. The woman who had been married for 14 years with the man she devoted her life to, was now left alone to rot in a box. Widowed and alone. And my only way of communication was through word While she was caged in there, I was caged in here. With others just like me, but oh, so different."