For a second mother
who loved orchids
and who now lives in Heaven’s garden.

Death is apart of life, but once it takes place, everyone doesn’t grieve.

I want to share this with you, to share what a wonderful and amazing man my father was. We are lost without him. RIP 1936-2012.

Better part of me: pt.9.

How do you want to be remembered? You need not wait for the last day of your life.

A poem about lost love.

"All of God’s Children Need Traveling Shoes"-Sawyer Brown band.

The pain and sadness that can be found with the needless violence and wars of the world.

What will people remember you for?

You are my eyes, you are my sun you’re my moon.