Oh, Denise. The photographs are stunning as always, but the words set me adrift for a time.

Sometimes my memories seem a burden but usually they are simply remembrances of those who left. Some come daily "Damn, I wish mom could have met Sam. She'd like him" some less frequently "WTF? What would Ray think about the rumor that Suzuki is going to give up on motorcycles?".

I really don't know what I believe at any given moment, but I know some things. One that no one is completely gone so long as I remember. So I guard my memories. Carefully. I return to them in their time and turn. Not to approach the edge, but to honor them and what they gave to me. It is just my way.

This comment isn't sublime or beautiful, but it is pretty honest. Ralph may have been right after all.

Thanks Denise.