Laughter and tears of happiness, to sorrow and tears of pain in the snap of a finger.
Only a Spencer could do that to you.
One moment I'm madly in love with him, the next I'm mad trying to remember that love.
I truly lost it as his body was lowered into the ground.
They all say he was a gift that helped save the lives of so many, and changed many more. But right now all I can do is curse God for being such an Indian giver
Seven irreplaceable years with him. What about the rest of them?