I know there’s no such thing as time where you are but here, you’re 33 today.

We’ve spoken before a few times in another place on a beach. It wasn’t long enough and it doesn’t happen as often as I’d like. Please, let’s do it again soon. It’ll be fun again I hope.

Happy Birthday my Son. My Friend. We’ll meet again someday as we have a lot to catch up on.

Peace and Happiness

I desperately need something to protect me from the constant depression raining down on me. It’s overwhelming, it’s my worst enemy. It’s my constant and very much unwanted companion. Thoughts of my Son, my Father, my Wife’s health. All lost in this month of October. My evil companions fuel each and every year.

Depression is an enemy that enjoys taking prisoners. It has the power to make its prisoners build their own cages. Awake or asleep, it always has you building a better, more inescapable cage.