While you must be prepared for many an ‘Et tu, Bruté?’, moment, don’t die yet, Caesar. Yes, there’ll be many Judases in the crowd, and by many, I mean many, but God will also manifest in the bonds meant to evolve out of the storm with you and hold you through it, or at least hold your brolly through it until you’re home.
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Dear reader
Describe a phase in life that was difficult to say goodbye to. It's been nearly six months to my father's passing away, ending his journey with a sudden, rare cancer, which he bore with the kind, stoic grace that only a parent can, until he found peace. Every day since the first diagnosis has been… Continue reading Dear reader
Papa’s poem from 1985- in memoriam
The hills looked dustyand the houses bareOn that eveningwhen I stood and stared The setting sun was lovely on the horizonand the evening birds chirped aroundI knew soon it would be dayand there won't be a sound Like rainbows stretched the cloudsacross the blue skyNow to the left and now to the right...And I wondered,… Continue reading Papa’s poem from 1985- in memoriam
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