You know, the Greeks didn’t write obituaries.  
They only asked one question after a man died…

…whatever you’re doing at midnight is how your year will follow.

Once again I run. I run to you. Never away…always to and you’re always there for me. To comfort, console, and encourage. You have never failed me and I suspect […]

…each of us has had some kind of loss in life. It may not have been the physical death of a son or a daughter…

It’s raw. It has incredible power. About the big importance of small lives.
About why we matter.

I was looking for a particular journal entry this morning.  There is no “search” feature provided by the software I use so it is a process of hunt and peck, […]

I thought that friendship was deeper. Maybe it was…just deeper for me.