To Jim

Death and life are so finite and almost common. Be it cancer, old age, war, or car wreck, everyday brings forth the reality we are drowning in death. It almost seems more amazing we survive the day than Not. The news reflects many died at the hands of others, power struggles to prove what? Ask the widow if it was worth it. Stupid reasons for people passing. We hide behind the mask of learning or even a God intended purpose. But reality is someone is always suffering at the death of another. The supposed releasesd soul only brings more pain and self preserving numbness for those left to carry on. My buddy's grandfather, Pa Jim, passed this morning. he knew it was coming. You think it made it easier? My heart goes out to the family. I knew him, respected him, and valued him. And that I feel is a good legacy. He lives on in the values and goodness of his children and grand kids. Which are many. So I tip this glass to you James, that you may be dearly missed and often remembered! The catharsis of this blog and this bar are apparent as I feel better. Perhaps the next post will be more glass half full shit. But who knows.