It was fun. Miss ya, J.

 

Sometimes the pen is heavier than the sword.

 

Face touching and leaving

“Just call me angel of the morning, baby………..”

 

Endless Ocean

Feeling blue

Bored and podded

 

I get to be a bachelor this weekend, which means I’ll do absolutely nothing.

 

 

I dream of (named removed to protect the innocent)

 

I had a dream last night, what a lovely dream it was…

 

Everything is the same

 

I know, it has been a while since I last wrote. I needed to take a break from writing as it was taking me away from other more important things. Read on, o’ pioneers…

 

 

A tune for Cathy

For Cathy. This is what I am going to miss in New Orleans…

In passing

 

The memorial service for my former co-worker and friend will be on Friday. My emotions have been on a rollercoaster since I found out. The upcoming event has made me revisit other passings of family and friends.

 

I’ll miss you Stan

 

A former coworker and friend passed away yesterday after being in a coma for a year due to a stroke. There are a lot of “what ifs” going through my head right now. My heart is with his family, relieved that their long suffering has finally come to and end.

 

Requiescat in pace et in amore.

 

And save a beer for me.

And things we believe in

 

“Poems. Prayers and Promises” is a song written by the late John Denver. I was playing and singing the song just the other day. I need to look at the lyrics and see how they apply to me.