I think about trying to catch up, and even start blogging again.  There's been nothing written in this blog for nearly the entire year until now.  March 2008?  That's been a long time ago.  Lots of changes.  Maybe too many.  Where do I start?  I don't know that I will.  This is supposed to be good for me; to write.  But is it?  I don't know and it seems like I know less every day.  Maybe I'll tell the long and boring and whiny story from March 2008 until now.  I could add all the gruesome and boring details.  I don't know.

I do know that my Dad passed away a month ago, on November 4th.  He got me thinking of writing again.  He was a Christian man for as long as I have been alive and he walked the talk everyday that I knew him.  He was ready to go "home".  He was at peace and knew the end was coming.  He is at peace now.  You can't prove the afterlife, but he knows now.  My brother and I was there when he breathed his last breath and was gone in his sleep.  A "righteous death" is what the preacher read about from the Bible, and he talked about Dad.  He lived what he believed.  The graveside service had a military ending with a 21 gun salute for the man that had seen the end of WW2 and served his country in the US Navy.  A faded tattoo of an eagle and the flag adorned his right bicep.  He would have been happy with the two young sailors that stood by his coffin and folded the flag in his honor.  I am well proud of my Dad.  And he's seen many changes in the world in his 89 years of life.  We used to talk about them.  If I can be half the man he was...

The FogWalker searches for the oblivion of sleep as it has not come yet in this early hour....