On the Existence of Ghosts. The night my grandfather died. I was 3000 miles away,. But I felt his hand on my shoulder. When he told me goodbye in a dream. The voice of an extinguished ember,. Sings grief for the flame. Because its scent still lingers. Entire oceans drain away,. But there are still rivulets of sea foam and bones. The negative of where the shore used to be. There are only footprints now.

Why is it that the words I want to say most. The ones that should be so easy do not come. That I am afraid of picking up a pen or a phone and telling you. Two little words like you matter. At night in my dreams it is so easy. But in the daylight, fear or common sense take over. And I agonize about what I want to say.

Not a clue, as usual. It was just an ordinary town. On the edge of nowhere. Just a simple, quiet night. That took the world unaware. She was just an ordinary girl. Frightened of her part to play. He was just an ordinary guy. With a wife and child on the way. But He was no ordinary babe. Lying in that bed of straw. Surrounded by sheep and shepherds. Even kings bowed down in awe. Under that same old, starry night. Where one star shone out clear. A new mother held her babe.

About The Blogger and The Blog. It Runs In The Family. I have a craze for photography and apparently so did my grandfather. He passed away when I was 12. I have never seen my grandfather take a photo, neither have I seen him stand for one except when forced to take a photo. Cleaning brings out the weird stuff.

Wise words from Dr Frank. That means so much to me Linette. Many months ago we talked about how much I value consistency in love, temporally and spatially! Today we can speak of how much it means in a deep, immediate, and totally life altering way. Love heals heart ache, love heals a feeling of separateness, love overcomes all weakness and indeed love overcomes all human frailties. True love is eternal and infinite.

Long enough to drink your coffee. The evidence was against him.