a brief recess from pictures and a moment for reflection

september 10, 1996 will be forever etched into the synapses of my brain and scars in my soul. the day my father--the greatest man to ever walk the earth--departed this life for the great thereafter. r.i.p, dad. i miss you.

death isn't one of those things that we are without. we are conditioned at a young age to expect the unexpected and to prepare for a passing of a loved one. why must we prepare? my guess is that we must prepare so that we don't miss out on the little things in life (i.e.--a hug, a handshake, a story, a family meal, a lesson learned, a laugh).

i often do soul searching to find out what kind of person i am. i can honestly say that i would not be half of what i am today without the guidance, the wisdom, the patience that my father had. i learned from the best.

rest in peace, dear dad. and as the legendary cawood ledford said at your funeral, "may the lord hold you in the hollow of his hand."

jg.