A dear and close friend of mine sent me a picture he dug up from some old boxes. When I opened his message and saw this picture, I gasped and as my eyes swelled up and tears slowly slid down my cheek. The picture reminds me of death, my death…
Chris and I decided to paint a pair of book cases that were in need of a fresh coat of black paint one Saturday. Before we began, I gave him a list of instructions, emphasizing particularly on the black paint and how messy it could be. I badgered him with…