Preachy Thoughts (and Sentimental Pictures) From Somewhere Over the Middle of the Atlantic

Death is coming for me. Don't get me wrong, death comes for us all, eventually. It's just that I have to deal with the knowledge that death is aggressively coming for me. Following my footsteps, never far away and forever dangerously close. I'm not trying to beat death any more. Merely trying to shake it … Continue reading Preachy Thoughts (and Sentimental Pictures) From Somewhere Over the Middle of the Atlantic