They cried. Yes, yes, they cried. Cried more tears than the Mississippi could hold, but those tears never washed away their faith…

No child should ever be too sad to play.

Papas should be loving their children so much that they cry when they gone. That’s what papas is supposed to do.

Do whatever you must do to protect your children and wife.

He says that we must protect our families no matter what. No matter what we got to do to protect them.

Mamas are always crying about how one day they see you as a baby, and the next morning, they see you growed up.

We gonna be a family again in Heaven. It takes some strong patience, but the Lord will come through. And as long as we here, we can get on living by never forgetting. Never forgetting and always remembering.

…when you lonely is the best time to pray, to speak to the Lord, and most important, to listen to the Lord…

Be careful how close you get to someone... It just ends up hurting more than not having no one to love to begin with.

Ain’t nothing worse to a mama than losing her baby—

As the Mississippi snaked and their old home slipped further away, perhaps Samuel had finally left the curse behind.

Do good and be a good person because that’s just what the Lord expects. There just ain’t nothing special about being and doing good. It’s what the Lord expects…

Samuel finally understood the sound of the wind after all these years: The winds were a chorus of the prairie’s ever-present heartaches.