You don’t know me, but I see you every day, I walk by you as you argue, as you yell, scream, fight and run out of breath! I walk by you as you laugh, cry, and so much more, I see you run, push, challenge and submit to others ways and laws. I see what you’re doing, and watch daily, but I say nothing and carry on myself, hoping for changes that never happen. Funny how when you look you can see everything, but, you may never understand it all, until you are on the edge of survival in life. Sometimes it takes just a phrase or a line by a Doctor to awaken you to the world around you, but, then you figure it out too late, for your dying! I am a cancer victim and, each day I see life slowly passing before me in stores, at home, and other places I go, yet I just watch because I don’t have the energy anymore to interfere or affect what you or anyone else may do. All I can do is watch as my eyes scan all around me, I move slowly, my breathing is rough and ragged at times, I stop to rest and no one notices. Yet I go on knowing I have cancer and I am dying on the inside and no one would know unless I say it.

        People will not notice cancer victims unless you tell them you have it or they see you when you are thin and can’t move anymore. But they tend to ignore and run from it all, they don’t want associated with a dying person who has cancer they think it is contagious, when it isn’t! Sad isn’t it folks, how a cancer victim can go get tested and scanned, find out they may be dying within a limited time, but never tell anyone? It happens every day in America and in the world, and it has finally happened to me, I don’t want pity or sadness around me, I just want to know I helped those I loved in some way and that when I am gone they will think good of me, is that wrong to say or believe, I doubt it. We all want to be remembered in some way, at least I think so, we want to know we had some effect on the humanity and world we live in and on don’t we? My way has always to be there when I could for family and friends, and to write and tell stories and poems and in blogs. I discuss life, emotions, feelings, right and wrong choices, loves, hates, rants and raves. I try to tell the world in a not overly emotional way what is happening and why, but I am no Shakespeare, Hemingway, Ludlum, Spielberg or any other famous author or director or star. I am an everyday American with cancer who tries as hard as possible to affect the world he lives in before he dies. Am I wrong for just watching and passing by, I doubt it for when you have cancer all you want is two things, one no pain and two to die with pride and in peace. Is that asking too much?

        Each day brings me closer to things I thought I would never face, pre-op procedures and necessities needed at my age so they can take my tumor out and a lobe of my lung. I need blood work to see if my blood will congeal in a proper manner, I need to get an ok for surgery from a Cardiologist is your heart strong enough to make it, when they remove the lobe of the lung? I need to see the Anesthesiologist, so they can measure how much gas to give me when they put me out for the operation, and to make sure I wake up when it is done. All is coming shortly in less than two weeks, now, I will roam the halls of a Veterans Hospital, getting it done and trying not to think of the fact I may not wake up when it is over. I have been assured I should survive the cancer at this stage, but, fates change and if my missions on earth are done, God may recall you at any time. Yet I shall never give up, I have too much here in the world to let go yet!

          If I were to go what I would leave behind, my written words would be my thing, a wife who loved me from day one and a sister who loves me so much she cries when she thinks of me with cancer.  My, two daughters in another state, and, many grandchildren, all who I love dearly. Old friends I have from my teenage years are still out there and who I am sure will remember me. But in the end it is not the material things you leave behind, but the loving moments, thoughts, emotions and caring you give to others that count. Few people even think along those lines, for they set up Last Wills and Testaments, leaving this or that to one person or another, I leave nothing except what is stated above, I am not rich in money, but I am rich in people I love. God Bless the ones who always believed in me, who pushed me to achieve, who were there when I was hurting. Who stood by me in good and bad times and understood me at all times, I love all of you. I will never surrender to anything, because I am me and I have seen cancer before in others, as it ravaged them and took them from me.

         I saw this disease take my Grandfather in 1970 and watched as mom cried. I ran to see my own father in his wake from cancer in 1984, as he died from it.  I then came home from serving my country for 16 years to watch my step-father, die from it in ten month and my mother die from it in 15 months. One from prostate cancer and three from lung cancer, like I have crazy huh. I cried for each one in private, comforted my sibling as I could and paid my part to bury my parents as needed. I did what was right in each case in my mind and heart.

         My daughters who live in Pittsburgh, Pa. with their mother around them and their Grandmother to guide them, do not know me 100%, because their mother asked for a divorce when they were young and I gave in to her. I had not a leg to stand on to try to take my daughters with me, even if I could have, I had no place to raise them in. I forgive the eldest for what she did, because she was misguided, driven by anger and fear, and directed by a vindictive mother. The only regret I have with her is I didn’t get to say goodbye back then to her, she was in school. The younger one, I hugged and kissed goodbye before I left back then.

         Today they live still in Pittsburgh and I chat with the younger one online, in text and she has been to my home with her husband and children and met my family here.  I have met my grandchildren by going to Pittsburgh, Pa and three of them coming here. I love all four of the grandchildren I have in Pittsburgh and always will till the day I die. I hope they know that, nothing cuter than a little grandson running around saying grandpa to me. Or the laughter of my granddaughters when I tickled them and they laughed so hard they almost cried. So these would be the things I would miss if I die, not the material things of life, but the people I love most.

         Today is the 15^th of August 2013; I am now nine days from the pre-op and 20 days from the surgery. I have only had two other operations in my life; my appendix was removed in 1979 in The United States Navy when it burst on me. My recent nasal surgery done by the Veteran’s Hospital in early 2013, so I can breathe again properly was the second. This time is the third and biggest for a lobe of my lung with a tumor in it is coming out. Am I scared you can bet your ass I am, but I also know if it isn’t done and removed what cancer can do to a person. So I shall brave it and hope for the best and hope I wake up, when they finish. At least I am going to fight as much as humanly possible against this disease which has affected too many in my family and my life. Il ook to the ones who survived it in my mind and praise their guts, their strength and their spirits for overcoming it and hope I am just as strong to do so myself. Time shall tell now!

     Good Morning World! I hope all are doing as well as humanly possible and are happy, but if you’re not, then you need to look at yourself in the mirror and ask why not?  For it is the person inside you who is not happy and it doesn’t matter what cover you put on to hide it, it will come out and hurt others, so deal with it! No one deserves to get hit with your emotional and mental overflow, and you have no right to take it out on anyone else!

      In my life I have lived many different parts of life with different people in my own family. As a child I was called the child from hell, the one who tore my family apart over who my real father was, bullshit. Then as I aged I learned how to investigate and research things on my own, conducting on my own and finding what I needed to live life out. You can’t go forever in life blaming your patents for something they didn’t plan on or cause to happen. Even if you think they did cause it, you have no right to judge them unless you were in their damn shoes. Judgements are left to judges for a reason folks,it’s so emotions, hatred love and misunderstanding are overcome. I hope some people will learn that someday, for judging someone else is not our business, that belongs to a neutral party to do.

      Next, my cancer fight continues as I wait for a slot in the hospital to have part of my lung removed so I can survive. It’s the waiting game that wears on you, nothing else really, unless you count the coughing and hacking, and wondering. I have no idea what they willf ind, except I do have a tumor in my middle lobe of my right lung, will I need chemo, radiation, what stage and type is it and how long shall I be around on this planet? I don’t have the answers, but I am determined to fight the cancer, I am determined to stay here on earth as long as I can. I have a wife, a sister, two daughters and grandchildren, in no way am I ready to go. But, as my stepfather said, we are here for missions we perform, when you perform the last one you can do, God recalls you and you will never know when!

     Last note for today folks: America’s greatest hope for the future and return to prominence again, lays in the hands of Hillary Rodham Clinton in my opinion, a woman of stature, brains, with and logic.  A woman who deserves to be President of The United States, she is an outstanding person with morals, ethics, manners and grace and brians beyond compare. Break the glass ceiling folks, this is the woman who needs to be President and will do one hell of a job at it too.

     Today, as I sign off on this blog, As a cancer Patient, Man, Veteran,Father,and Husband, and Grandfather, I leave you with my story of what should be Passed On to the next generation of children in all families:

  “Passing on……………………”  http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00CMXC952  

   Thanks All for Reading and God Bless!

      WEED, POT, is it good or bad for medical reasons, well, Dr. Gupta of CNN fame says it works for medical treatments. I agree it does, but, like everything else, moderation is the key. One has to control the WEED/POt not it control them. Science has found one out of every ten people can become addicted to WEED, but it on the other hand helps people in pain and suffering and makes life bearable for them. So, I think it should be professionally rolled and sold like cigarettes, boxed and sold over the counter and taxed. And it must be fully controlled strictly so youngsters don’t get it with false prescriptions or parents knowing. I have seen how it works for cancer patients, for those with certain conditions and I watched Dr. Gupta on CNN go through it all. I am one of those cancer patients now, I am one with lung cancer, and I know it can cause cancer too, but it can also relax a person, take away the stress and pressure, bring out the artistic part of someone and help others cope with life.  So I ask the American Government,  why not legalize it and make it available in Hospitals, Prescription form? I believe many could use it for mental, physical pains and ailments,  we have fought legalizing it since the 60s, isn’t it time to realize it has a purpose to help mankind?

       Next Subject, the return of A-Rod to Major League Baseball ! He violated every rule, regulation  on drugs using PEDS and more to improve his performance and take away pain. Modern day baseball, should not allow this and how is it going to let players like this in the HAll of Fame, and let them hold records that are falsely enhanced by drugs.  What would Babe Ruth say, what would Dimaggio say, what would players who gave all they had to set records say and do, who did the records they set all natural? Should players who are enhanced by PEDS or other drugs be allowed in the Hall of Fame or Banned? I say  Ban them, Hank Arron did it naturally, Babe Ruth, Mickey  Mantle, harmon Killebrew and more all natural in their days and played great and deserve the Hall, but A-Rod no!

     Last for today, I have written many little stories, poems and such and posted them for sale on Amazon’s Kindle e-Books as many know. Now I am not a great writer, I am just average and need some work for sure and to write more and learn. But I do tell the real stories to the best of my ability currently as I learn and go along. I just hope they convey, the emotions, feelings, pain, laughter and life I have lived in many ways to others, so they get a view that all life is not the same for all, no matter color, race, nationality or anything else. If ya get a chance to read some I hope you do, I hope you enjoy what I tried to do!

       “Conversations With Dad”—–http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00EBC5FHG

      “Open Letter to Daughter I Never Knew”—-http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00E7SMC2U

       “Bea”—http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00E674TIM

        “False Accusations”—http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00DYAID6G

        Have a good day all and remember, we all have our mission to complete before we             depart earth and head back to where we came from!

 

 

 

      I was thinking this am, about how if one dies, people tend to go into misery mode and grieve over them for a period of time, and I was wondering how one could tell them not to, if you’re the one that died? Then what came to mind if the old Will and Testament we all tend to make out before we die. But even that can’t stop a crying, grieving heart can it?  Nope, so what does one do to stop the mess your own death causes after you are gone? My answer , well, I think one should make statements to those they love and care about well before they are unable to, once diagnosed! In other words if you know you have cancer like I do, and you know you may die, but are not sure, you should sit down and write down the names of the ones, you have something important to say to, and the statements, then either put them in an envelope to be found after you’re gone or to write them on the internet for all to read! Yes I know it seems morbid and like I am depressed saying this but I am not even though I have cancer. A fight is in front of me is all to stay alive if I should fail to win the fight and I leave the reality of the life I share with others, then I believe they have the right to know, what I want and what I hope for them. I hope that makes sense to all!

      Each August day brings me closer to my pre-op for my surgery for my lung cancer and makes me think of the ones I may leave behind. Makes me think of my wife, my sister, my daughters and my grandchildren and my best friend. Makes me think of old loves I have left behind and the ones for which I could never find the time. Life rolls on folks, and it is not controlled by you or me or mankind, it is controlled by preset missions we are all here to do, when we arrive, without knowing them. We find out those missions as we go through life, one day at a time  The Mission pops up out of nowhere and we make a decision to do or not do something about it on the spot. Otherwise do you react or don’t you to certain events in life, if you don’t then, they happen anyway and you don’t affect them, it the course of nature, so to say. But if you choose to react and do something that changes the course of that mission, then you have completed at least one of the missions you were put here on earth to do.  It happens that way each day, each hour, each minute, each second we are here on earth, and when we leave, to me, it only makes sense to have affected mankind in a positive way.

       That said and done, I leave you today, with this thought in mind, find the ones that matter most to you in life, find them, tell them, and let them know you care. If you don’t each day, each hour, each minute, each second of the day, will continue to tick away, and time shall run out on you!

 

 

       Thirteen days till pre-op for more surgery which will take place on September 3rd.  Makes me stop and think of those gone before me from the same disease.  I don’t remember my grandfather too well but he loved  kids his own and his grandchildren. But Pancreatic Cancer got him at age 70, and he went quietly in a Nursing home. God Bless him really, for he was a kind man, at least to us kids.

      Following his lost, life moved along at a high rate of speed as I grew older and lived life myself. Then, I decided in the 1970s to find my real father, a man my mother called a grease monkey, a bum, a penny pitching fool. She told me he was no good for nothing and never would amount to anything. Well a woman scorned or divorced is all vindictive towards the ones who leave or they dump, for many reasons. I had to find him I thought for how do you go on in life without knowing your past, so I did. I found him in the little town he grew up in, Teaneck, NJ. Seems the penny pitching bum went on to have a second family with another woman and had 7 more children. And when I met him he was a gentleman, to me and polite as hell. We talked about life, his, mine, my mothers and the way I grew up too. I met him twice was all, but the man, was not what mom said he was, he was a decent guy. He died on Thanksgiving Day 1984, I went to the wake in Bogota, NJ and sat with his sister, but cancer had struck the second time, lung cancer this time.

       Six years later, my wife asked for a divorce and told me to get out that day, so I did. I packed up everything I could in an old Chevy Nova and left, her in Pittsburgh, Pa with my two baby girls. I came home to my parents home, because I had no where else to turn, to find my step-father dying of cancer also. Lung cancer had the man I called Dad all my life and he was thin as a rail and going. Ten months later, Abraham died, it was October of 1990. In the meantime came more bad news.

       Mom had cancer too same lung cancer, she found out June 1990 and told us not to tell Abraham. Of course we didn’t for she knew best in this case. One year and one day after Abraham his wife followed him to the grave, cause of death Cancer , lung cancer exactly. Add it up folks thats one Pancreatic and three lung cancer, my odds were never good were they?

       In the meantime, my second wife gets breast cancer as I sit by her and take her through it all. Diagnosis, surgery, followed by chemo and radiation I sat there and kept her company as she suffered. I cut her hair off her head at her request when it fell out, and now it is 7 years later, she is a survivor and I love her dearly and always will.

        August 2nd, 2013, my doctor had set me up for a screening cat scan, because of my family history of Cancer. The end result came the following MOnday morning when she called to tell me they had found shadows in my lungs. No specifics mind you nor did she mention cancer but I knew inside what it was. she set me up for a Pulmonary Clinic visit with a specialist. So I went and took the breathing tests and saw the Doctor, it was and is still cancer of the lungs, this time mine! Now I face it head on and will battle what all before me have and I have no idea of the results, but the battle will go on as long as I can fight it.

       So, the 23rd of August 2013 starts that fight with pre op tests, and procedures including seeing the Anesthesiologist, blood draw, and a  visit to a Cardiac Clinic to make sure I can take surgery on September 3rd, to remove the middle lobe of my right lung.  The tumor is local is what I am told and if the lobe goes so should the cancer, all I can do is keep a positive attitude and go forward with it all.

        So in each family, grandparents and parents leave behind a hand me down present for their children and future generations, in my case it is cancer, so I shall fight on and see if I can conquer it all. If I don’t at least I will put up one hell of a fight!

       For today I leave you with a story I wrote it’s called;

      My Maria—- http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00CS3BTOS

      The story of my first real love !

       Enjoy folks and Thanks again for reading my blogs and stories and poems and             rants !

 

        

      Peace comes to the world when certain people or figureheads are killed or destroyed and all mourn that person. Here in America it was that way with our assassinated Presidents and Politicians over the centuries we have been a nation. When Our very first President died the country mourned, when Jefferson died, Adams, Franklin, Hancock, and many of our founding fathers. Then as time went on others became just as important to the nations as leaders and Presidents. Their deaths shocked the nation, Jackson, Garfield, Grant, but none more than the ones killed in office by men, who shot them down.

       Abraham Lincoln led this country through the hardest war in it’s history, The Civil War. He bore the pain and suffering of the nation’s people killing one another over slavery and differences. yet one crazy lone man, took a derringer and shot him dead watching a play. Sadly. Lincoln’s follower wasn’t as good as him in office but the nation did recover.

       John F. Kennedy a President that was elected by popular margins and barely beat out his foe, Richard Nixon, shot dead by a lone nut again or a conspiracy, it makes no difference doe sit, great people die young, and he was a revolutionary person in many ways, buy especially in civil rights.  How many more must die for the nation to realize, we need to get along, white, black, hispanic, oriental, or whatever. It is not the color of our skins that make us, it is the fact we are human, we eat, drink, sleep and live on the same planet, and  we all die and bleed for the country we believe in if we have to. Interesting yes. for it matters not to the world what color or race you are, if you are American, you are American.

       Other deaths occurred that shouldn’t have too, Robert F. Kennedy. Martin Luther King Jr. dead by nuts for no reason.  Again dreams were shot down, and leaders killed, for what? It doesn’t stop the inevitable does it folks, if anything more leaders step up and attempt to fill the roles necessary and time marches on. Time can not be fought, progress can not be stopped, for the only  one that can mess with time is indeed mother nature and that my friends is the longest relationship in the world period. Lets reach peace and see if the world can just for one day, resolve all problems and hate, and just live in peace for all.

         Cancer my friends, knows no favorites, cares about no color, no race, no religious belief,nationality, or location, it just hits and kills in the millions each day. I know I am one of the victims of this disease, handed down to me through generations of cancer victims who died. I struggle each day with the idea I have it and i hope each day i can overcome it and stick around awhile longer, I am only 57, and that is young. Time will march on though no matter what, I know this for sure.

      I wrote poems for myself and for my step-father’s death too. I shall post them here for all to read today, I hope they will bring some joy to the world and make all think of peace.

       

Why Must the Days End?

                                                By William  

 

 

           Why do the days have to end?

           Why do the nights have to come?

            The Darkness rolls in,

           Night reminding me,

           Of, my past, my sin.

 

 

           I didn’t know what you wanted or needed,

           You refused to say,

           So now I wonder and think,

           All night and through the day.

 

          I go thru life, a statement reverberating in my mind,

          It’s one I carry with me,

          And shall for all time.

 

          My father, laid dying on his bed you see,

          And these are the words he said to me:

          My son he said my days have come and gone,

          I shall leave you before for long.

 

          But live you life to the fullest and enjoy,

          Do today what you love the most,

          Enjoy life to the fullest, and love those around you the deepest,

          For though I be gone and you may cry,

          Please remember these words, I give you to keep and hold.

          Live your life with honesty and truth,

          Be happy, be true, be honest and be bold.

 

          As I leave you now he said:

          I shall be gone and you will cry,

          But remember this is not really goodbye.

 

          We are all put here for a purpose, yes a plan.

          When we fulfill that purpose our time has come,

           And our life is done, and I am just a man.

 

           The days will pass, the weeks will come and go,

           The weeks, will turn to months, the months to years,

           And over time,  you will, have cried all of your tears.

           But live your life for each day you are here,

           For the calendar will continue to roll,

           Time will pass before you know,

          

            In the end my son,

            We all eventually do what we have been put here for,

             And our time is done.

 

            Then he rolled his head, in his bed,

            The vomit came, his eyes rolled back in his head,

            And peacefully, and in silence he was dead.

 

            I remember that day oh so well,

            I remember the fishing trips, the pizzas, the laughter and the tears,

            And have carried his words, with me and lived them for all my years.

        The second poem:

          

If I Die

        By: William M. McCurrach   

 

            If I die tomorrow and my life does end,

            Who would show at my funeral my friend?

            Would they come from my youth, the days when I ran free,

           A boy in the woods, enchanted you see?

           I doubt that they would even remember me!

         Would they come from my Elementary School days,

         Ah even if I wish to know some,

        I doubt it is what I say!

 

       Would they come from the days I roamed high school hall?,

       Carving and writing names on walls, long lost loves and

       Male friends, and all.

      I doubt it you see for I didn’t play ball!

 

        Would they come from my teenage years, when my hormones raged?

         And I had no fears?

         I doubt they would remember me after all these years!

 

         So if I die tomorrow who would come?

         To see a man who always had to run?

        Would my ex-wives show up, or my kids,

        I do not know, for I am a lone wolf and that is my soul.

 

       So as my blood pressure rages, and my nerves get blocked, my heart starts to clog and my life starts

       To Stop,   Tell me Lord who will be there to mourn me when I drop!

        Thanks for reading my blogs and thoughts for today!

 

 

               

       

      In the world today there are many married people, people who have grown accustomed to having a spouse or mate with them each day.  They rely on the mate to help them through their days and nights for comfort, companionship and medical problems and to pay bills. Each day is a routine for them, where they watch each others health, they hug, kiss, laugh and travel together, and then, a disease comes in and slowly it starts to get tighter as death for one or the other nears. It’s a fact of life and mother nature and mankind all go through it, it’s the endless cycle of life. 

        It is now August 8th, and it is today six days since I was told I have lung cancer, I find each day more important to me, as I get closer to my operation on September 3rd and my pre-op on August 23rd. I hope Cardiology will approve me for the operation and all else goes correctly. It seems to me, each day passes faster than it should and time is short, but, I keep going coughing my way through it all. Peace I have made with the idea of not being alive forever and my own mortality, for I have always said mankind, each of us as individuals, are put here to complete missions we have no idea what they may be, but, once we complete them without knowing what they are, we return to the place we came from. Otherwise our creator calls us home because we are done.

       I have found lately that even though I write short stories, poems and post them online for sale in Amazon’s Kindle e-books and Kobo Books, I don’t sell many. I believe it is because I did not do a great bit of work on editing them, or making them long enough to interest too many. Sorry, folks, but it is how I write and i do not claim to be a great Author. My Stories are of my life, my families life, loves never reached or loves gone wrong, some military stories are there and in the end some made up totally, murder mysteries.

       Today, I will give you the links to the better ones I am told: 

        “The Holy Land Murder”—-http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00CCCZQ8A

         “The Northern Woods Murders”—- http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00CGMRXDC

           “Unattainable Love”—-http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00CGPDGDU

            “The Poems of W.M.M.”—-http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00CHQPNQQ

             “God Damn It!”—http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00CMXD1TU

               “Tick, Tock The Infernal Clock”—-http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00CDU0FIC

               “Adult Poems of Romance and Lust”— http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00D5L684I   

                  “Disappearing Hams”— http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00DZPFKYS

                   “Conversations With Dad”—http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00EBC5FHG

                                          

       

      Hump Day has arrived and it is August 7th 2013 and yes I am still here folks! Yet, I know I have cancer, I can feel it in my lungs, I can feel it when I breathe , and I have seen it on cat scans and pet scans. I am not ready to give up though why would I am only 57.

        I do know I go for preoperative stuff on August 23rd, Which includes, blood work, anesthesiologist,  and more and it is closing in pretty fast. Then on September 3rd, they go in and remove the middle lobe of my right lung and see what kind and what stage it is, lucky me huh?

         I know also, I have many women worried over my condition, my wife, my sister,my daughters, my grandchildren and more, wondering if I can survive it all. I also know I have no way of predicting if I will survive it.  Sadly, the percentage rates for lung cancer victim my age of 57 are not very good. So I shall have to prepare once the operation is over, for those i may leave behind to have something.

       Mortality is something we don’t like of growing up, till our own parents die or we are facing it. I didn’t for decades thats for sure, I ran, I jumped, I dared and I shared, never once thinking of when this time would come., So, as I face the same disease that took my grandfather, my father, my step-father and my mother, and threatened both of my wives at one time or another, I wonder how much will power and inner strength do I really have?

        If I do go, I know there are some people who need to know I love them dearly and always will till eternity, whether I am here or gone.  I am sure my wife and sister both know what they mean to me and that I will miss them as much as they shall miss me when I am gone.

       My two daughters I shall love forever and ever no matter where I may be and always have no matter what was done to me or them.  I hold no grudges or anger toward either of them and never did  or could.

         My grandkids whom I love dearly, Kayla, Alyssa, Chase, Ethan, the innocents and the next generation. I pray you will have a better life than I, or your parents had and that when you grow up, you will have a flicker of a memory of a grandfather who loved ya. I hope to be here longer but no one knows yet!

        The old friends I grew up with, know who they are and what we did together. I hope there will be good memories for them also, for time may be short for me.

       In the end it is not what you get, it’s what you give that makes life special, for once your know your going, those are the things you will look back on. Memories of good times, laughter, time spent together. God Bless!