Can you hear the drums, Fernando? I remember long ago another starry night like this. He was a beautiful soul and I miss him already. Just as I miss his cousin of sorts, Rip, who died just two days before him. Fernando was one of my favorites. He had a quiet personality and preferred to … Continue reading My Friend, Fernando
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Kristoph
By the time any one of you reads this, Kristoph will have left this world. Last particles of air pulled into tired lungs only to be gently released in a final sigh. The drumbeat of his intricately designed heart giving its last reverberation. Stilled forever. The beautiful breath of God that perfectly held his tiny … Continue reading Kristoph
Down Here Looking Up 