Not all dreams come true, but no dream comes true when you give up. I would leave you with that, but that would be dumb. Everyone already knows that (cue the GEICO commercial).
Yesterday was a great day. It was Thanksgiving Day. As great of a holiday as it was, I wasn't feeling that chipper. I had three unmentionable items brought to my attention at the beginning of the day (not to mention I woke up early to watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade that had some of the most deplorable musical performances) that brought my spirit down.
Can you believe it? April 29. That was my last blog post. I am ashamed to admit it, but I've been lax. That fact, however, should be quite obvious from the date of my last blog post. So much has taken place since then. Too much to an extent. Good, bad, and otherwise.
There are monsters everywhere. And we must be aware. Beware of monsters.
Fifty-six months. What can happen in 56 months? Too much. Much too much. A son can graduate from college. A son can get married. He can have two kids. There are birthdays, Christmases, Thanksgivings, Anniversaries, New Year's Days, moments, mistakes, triumphs, questions, love, love lost, pain, loss, joy, laughter.
I challenge everyone to do something this week you will remember for the rest of your life. Life is short. Skip work and try out for a play or a movie. Pick up the kids early from school and go to the beach.
A recent little human interest-type story broke about a man leaving behind a 1969 Shelby GT500 (think "Gone in 60 Seconds"). He left it behind because he died. He died without leaving it to anyone in his will.