I went to visit my father in the land of the dead where everything is forgiven and only the truth may be spoken and I met him there in a field of wildflowers like the ones he used to take me to as a little girl big wild industrial fields, left alone to go to beauty, and I went to tell him of my resentments, but I found only love. And I would have told him all my guilt, but there was only gratitude there. And in the end, I would have told him everything, everything left unsaid and undone, but there was only this: I love you. I love you. I love you. I know.