Facing death with honor I always wanted to have arms like my dad. They weren't huge Hulk Hogan arms, but they looked strong. Actually, I wanted to be like my dad in a lot of ways, as his strength lay not only in his arms but in his heart. Though he was strong, he would … Continue reading Navigating Change Part 3
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Wake
Death it comes and it leaves a hole, and it takes it's toll on us. There are few experiences in life that hit like the death of a friend or loved one. It is finite, and that is hard to come to grips with. It is hard to see someone's face in your mind, yet … Continue reading Wake
Of Death and Life
"The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living." - Marcus Tullius Cicero I was listening to some Harry Belafonte the other day, and he has song about an ugly dad whose kids are ashamed of him because he is ugly (Mamma Look a Boo Boo); I started laughing, because it is … Continue reading Of Death and Life
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