"Materia watched it all from a great distance, and as the years flew by she missed her father more and more, forgetting everything but that he had cared for her enough to find her a husband. All memories soften with age, and the good ones are also the most perishable - her mother and sisters had long ago been caressed to disappearing soapstone, conjured up till they faded to nothing. Like cave paintings by candelight, she could only glimpse them now in the dark from the corner of her eye. But her father's memory was durable. Obelisk eroded to a dome of rock, the touchstone of her loss."

//Ann-Marie MacDonald; Fall on Your Knees

The truth can do one of two things. It can break us or it can make us stronger. Or it could do one after the other, hopefully in this order. As long as we don't fall apart. We're too good to fall apart.

"Materia watched it all from a great distance, and as the years flew by she missed her father more and more, forgetting everything but that he had cared for her enough to find her a husband. All memories soften with age, and the good ones are also the most perishable - her mother and sisters had long ago been caressed to disappearing soapstone, conjured up till they faded to nothing. Like cave paintings by candelight, she could only glimpse them now in the dark from the corner of her eye. But her father's memory was durable. Obelisk eroded to a dome of rock, the touchstone of her loss."

//Ann-Marie MacDonald; Fall on Your Knees

The truth can do one of two things. It can break us or it can make us stronger. Or it could do one after the other, hopefully in this order. As long as we don't fall apart. We're too good to fall apart.