Excerpts

ANGER toward me for building relationship with The Creator.

I have one best friend. He is not imaginary to me. He is as real as my wife and children.

Gone now, my closest friend, beginning with high school years.
Is all this prayer stuff bullshit?

I was actually sailing in the vast winds of the Creators world.

Where Creator? Why Creator? Is there no teacher in my life to educate me in the ways of this world?

My heart feels her pain, and I ask, Do you know The Creator?

First is my Creator, who is Father, his Son and his Spirit of Wisdom. All parts of my friend whirl within me, waiting for me to choose friendship and his power.

I questioned The Creator this time, Can I expect to have another love in my lifetime?

Do you believe our modern world is screwed up? Or is it just me with a mental problem?

I was only twelve when you died. Now, at the age of fifty-nine (three years older than your age at death), for the first time in my life, I wondered this morning, What have I learned from you, Dad?

Or the words, when I was thirsty you gave me to drink. I often wonder if it counts when the one dollar bill I give to a homeless person is my contribution to a fresh bottle of wine?

When does a boy become a man?

I believe my friend will find their true way - - - EVENTUALLY!

Today, thirty-eight years after saying, I do, I do love you.

I went to heaven this morning.
I dont remember a thing.
I just feel at peace with my world.

Next came children, career, lack of money, and daily concerns.
I lost my freedom.
My mind was tied in knots. I was captured.

If I had just one day, and my time on this earth would end tonight, what would I choose to do, and how would I spend today?


Short Story Pieces:

I matured during teenage life playing sports with about ninety-five percent of my free time. The other time was spent chasing the neighborhood girls and throwing tomatoes at them on warm summer nights.

I dried her tears with the cuff of my shirt. Since you have been away, I have visited three doctors, and they are convinced that I have cancer in my pancreas.

With a beer and buffalo wings as dinner, I sorted through the box, and there was my junior class yearbook. Inside the front cover was a five-by-seven photograph taken at the junior/senior prom.

Clumsily, I introduced myself and we carried on an awkward conversation until I blurted out, Are you married?

She described painful years of marriage before the divorce. Last, I talked of my relationship with Becky and accompanying her on the journey to the Creator.

Its been three weeks and still no return call.