I write for my kids, and maybe their kids… or for folks who know me, or who want to know me.
My big brother Paul has a line, “we are but a blink of an eye before the Supreme.” I don’t know the origin of the line, I would like to think that he crafted it… regardless, I love that line.
Our time here is brief.
But our words and thoughts endure.
I have no money, no great wealth beyond these words.
I leave my children, and their children, my words…