So. It is. I am older. I am more knowledgeable. I am perhaps more keen as to what may be lacking in our lives, as well as the goodness and mercy I witness in abundance.

My dear brother’s death in January of 2015 (Douglas David Murphey) is still paramount in my mind’s wanderings, and on my heart. It is daily. Why? I do not fully understand.

Many friends and therapists tell me we all wallow in a sort of global disorder.  Hmmm….where are you dear Brother? Can you hear me? Will you come to me tonight in my sleep? I miss you. I need you.