Dream Nostalgia

Last night I dreamed nostalgic dreams - of childhood homes, family members who have long since passed, friends and neighbors whom I will never see again - and I awoke with tears in my eyes.

I curse the idea of outliving my friends and family, the men and women who came before me, who helped shape me into the successful young man I have become . . . but I guess that's life.

Teaching someone to live while you yourself are dying is a maddening paradox from which no one is immune, but I will never forfeit or disrespect the sacrifices you have made on my behalf. Your efforts will not go unnoticed, not while I still breathe, and I still breathe at all costs.

I love you. Through the worst we prevail. We will be remembered.

In My Wake, For My Own

It feels good to be grateful.
Quiet, humble and content am I.

Satisfaction (As Much For Myself As For You)

Satisfaction is the death of desire. Happiness leads to contentment, which leads to complacency, which allows us to take for granted the things we once loved and cared and fought for. Never stop striving for that next step.

Minnesota Will Save Us All

My Southern Californian sensibilities
are not amused by your -33°F snow flurries.

Your Valentine

Whoever you are, wherever you are going . . . thank you.
You didn't have to do that for me and you did it anyway.

Requiem

Life goes on because it has to, not because we want it to.

Renée

I didn't know you still felt that way about Joseph, even after all of these years. I guess I always thought heartbreak got easier to deal with as we got older . . . I was wrong. Maybe it never does.