I hope I get old before I die! Monday, September 20, 2010. 2010, I was at the second highest point in the lower 48 United States, looking down onto a fluffy sea of clouds, wondering how many people out there were still asleep and dreaming, while I was wide awake and living out mine. A changed man? Most definitely. My dream deferred did not shrivel like a raisin in the sun. Rays, fulfilled and beaming.

Let us live so that when we come to die, even the undertaker will be sorry. Click on one of these a day! You may find a new favorite blog! Monday, June 27, 2016. I think the hardest thing right now is switching my description of her to the past tense. Because to me, Brooke always IS. She moved with a ferocity through life that had nothing to do with her crazy sugar highs of Dr. Who the hell knows? Brooke wanted to cha.

But you had to go your way; And that road was not for me. I did all I could. But you had to go your way. And That road was not for me. Fall of this track sometime. Abonne-toi à mon blog! .

I love writing about things i love writing about, so maybe one day i will write a book and you can have that instead. If the whole body were an ear, where would the sense of smell be? Selections from 1st Corinthians 12.