Stories and anecdotes from a dad of 3 boys. Last night my family went from 5 to 4 generations with the passing of our matriarch. My grandmother died peacefully in her sleep at the ripe age of 105. Nennie, as we all called her, was in a league of her own. What a woman! A fighter right up to the very end. Her stories at bedtime were legendary although I wish she had shared more of her own personal journey with us, those she kept locked away inside forever.

I do some things just for myself. This is one of them. Last year around this time I wrote a reflection on my college life. As I prepared to walk across the stage at my undergraduate commencement ceremony. I had no idea how much my life would change over the next 12 months, and I find myself reflecting all over again as I watch others go through the anxiety and excitement of reaching this milestone.

This World Is Not Perfect Like You Still Imagine. Momma I miss the time when we played swing in backyard, it was so much fun and I will never forget that. That is the most amazing thing I always want to come back for the second time in this life. Mom it is true, right? July 2, 2014. I woke up after a coma. Instead of being a spoiled cat, now I feel sluggish and lonely. Aura was no longer shines around me when I fail.

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