Look what I've done since you've been gone, Pa pa...
They used to be this...
And I made this...
I know how because of you, and I do it because of you. Thanks for teaching me that if the next guy (gal) can do it, so can I (and for less money). Mom, you taught me that, too! Thanks.
Dad, I know you'd be proud. I can see that smile you would have, and hear that laugh of praise.
Love,
PG
Monday, August 31, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.
If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don't love, I'm nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate.
-Corinthians
Or as I like to put it, flowery words mean nothing without like character to back them up.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Grief Within
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