Songwriters Write Songs, But They

Maybe Roll In The Sand With A Rock And Roll Man.

Grief Is Like The Wake Behind A Boat. It Starts Out As A Huge Wave That Follows Close Behind You And Is Big Enough To Swamp And Drown You If You Suddenly Stop Moving Forward. But If You Do Keep Moving, The Big Wake Will Eventually Dissipate. And After A Long Time, The Waters Of Your Life Get Calm Again, And That Is When The Memories Of Those Who Have Left Begin To Shine As Bright And As Enduring As The Stars Above.

My Mother Insisted That Her Children Read.

Whatever Thrills You, Anything You Love To Do, Just Say - Someday, I Will.

It's Important To Have As Much Fun As Possible While We're Here. It Balances Out The Times When The Minefield Of Life Explodes.