Your life is not lying in wait in the future like a wild animal or some ominous destiny. Nor is it hidden in the heavens, like a paradise or promise. Nor is it shut up in the cave or the prison of your past. It is here and now; it is what you live and what you do. At the heart of being; at the heart of the present; at the heart of everything – in the great current of life, of reality. Andre Comte-Sponville
Saturday, December 10, 2011
This is Terry and Rita (my parent's best friends):
Terry died early this morning. I am heartbroken, and so, terribly, sad for his family. Only 63 years old, and gone too soon.
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. ~From a headstone in Ireland