One Year Ago This Week
It has been a year since he died. And a year since I wrote this. But no matter what day, month or year it is, his influence and presence in everything I do, carries on.
It has been a year since he died. And a year since I wrote this. But no matter what day, month or year it is, his influence and presence in everything I do, carries on.
Here I sit at my cousins computer... the air is filled with the smell of fried dough, fish soup, sweet rice, port wine, and well.. who knows what else. At the table tonight, which I just got up from, picture a long table with about 10 people, almost all of...