I'm back

Well, actually, I never went anywhere. Rather, I've been mired in a great malaise, sort of like the late 70's, bordering on a 30's-like depression. But to hell with that. Better to be mirthful. It's much too hard to fake a smile. To wit:

Thinking of mom...

If life works the way it's supposed to, we're guaranteed to feel the pain of loss. A parent. A spouse. Maybe a sibling. God forbid a child. It's unavoidable. We usually don't know when to expect it. Sometimes we know how it happened. We always ask why when it does. We beg God for the answer to that question, but we know why. And still we ask.

The only thing that makes any of this alright is hope. Hope that our loved ones are forever in a better place. Hope that we'll one day be reunited with them by the grace of God. For some, this hope comes easily and naturally. For others, like myself, it's a struggle. And still I hope.

If you're fortunate enough to have your parents around, call them. Tell them you love them. Don't wait hoping for a day that may never come. Life has a way of letting you know how it's supposed to work when you least expect it.