Oh how I miss them. Every now and then I'm given an excuse to poke through old family photographs. Finally I begin to realize that my only job here is to make memories. Memories for the ones I'll leave behind some day.
Blessed with few real tools, all I really have to work with is love. Can't say that I've used it very wisely up to now but, on the other hand, there's no such thing as wasting it. Everybody I run into needs it. Some more than others.
Friends remind me to make a will. In the meantime, you're welcome to my love.