Part of me shall dwell in my daughter to call upon in times of need of course.

Your own forefathers killed to have and hold the land where you were born, and sought to extinguish the memories and souls of those that were slain. What of those who prayed in the mountains of Appalachia for thousands of years? That to me is an abomination, although it is the way of men.

Absolution exists, call it Christian or whatever. It’s far older than any creed, and one of our blessings.

All I can tell you is that at the end, there's nothing left but love.

Long after you have reached the end of your natural span, part of you will dwell within me . . . as I shall be in you to the last of your days and even after.