Song to Someday Write

I'm a gum wrapper and someone ate the gum,
not sure what to do now that my job is done.

Song to Someday Write

The prettiest girl in the greyhound
Better not go anywhere.
Cuz when she arrives, she'll probably find
She's not the prettiest girl there.

As Moments End

I imagine people at the end of their lives are shaking their head and thinking 'I thought there would be more time.'

I have been given unique opportunities to have special time alone and with each of my children.  Sometimes an hour, sometimes a day, recently weeks.  Before the time starts I have grand schemes and plans for how we will spend our time.

Yet, as moments end, I am caught perplexed at the briefness of it all.  Beyond the cliches and the standards, I shudder at how quickly things are over.

Because of these feelings, I do not want to move to another house or put in more hours at work or make my manicured lawn the nicest on the block.  Instead, I want to sit where my children are sitting, be where my wife is, and experience our moments together.  This is my satisfaction.

Beginning the end

I am off sick from work today.  This post serves as proof that tomorrow there will be a talk.  The talk will be about extra hours and effort.