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Living with the loss of loved ones. It's always difficult to put such loss into perspective. To grieve. To celebrate a lost life. To learn to go and live your own life. To answer all the questions. Was that person happy in their own life? Were their dreams fulfilled? Is there life after death? Where does one's spirit go when they leave this earth? Eternal questions with no answers. I guess it all comes down to one's faith and how they deal with life and death. - For Penny and Gail

Autumn. Chill in the air. A time of aging. New things wear old, flowers dry up and fade away, leaves fall and hearts break. The cold winter looms ahead. The North Wind blows the winter hard and cold. The winter blues can take a good love down.

Sitting alone one stormy winter night in the old family shore house. Looking up at an old picture on the wall of my wife, three children and myself. I could feel that younger man staring down at me. Was I the man he thought I'd become? I spent that night with a bottle of sweet Grenache and my memories, demons and higher angels, as a raging Nor' Easter howled through the eaves. By midnight, the bottle was drained, I was a bit weary and bleary eyed, and I had jotted down this bittersweet, self-analytical piece about life, love, family and redemption. In the end, it confirmed what i already knew. My darling wife, my lover, my friend and my heart and soul, has been along for the ride through thick and thin, strikes and gutters, ups and downs. T's been my privilege to have her by my side as we walk through the human comedy. As long as I can breathe, I'll pick her up if she falls down. Always. Forever.

If time allowed I’d go back then To when we were waiting for the rain For the sound And I realized We’ll never be here again

A love/hate relationship