Harold Richardson

Most of the time, I can sit down to write a blog entry a message on Facebook or GoFundMe update in a few minutes.  This entry is an entirely different thing.  This entry, the one I am writing today is one of the hardest, most painful write-ups I have ever done, because it is personal.   It is painful because I knew as I wrote this, my father was on life support, and that he would never come back, he would never come to what we now consider home, a hotel.  That once he was dead, I would be posting this for the entire world to see.

So One Day...

So one day, a man passes away after a long peaceful life devoted to his religion.  He had by most accounts, those of his peers, it was a good life.  He helped at the church, he gave food to his churches food bank, gave money every week.  If someone took the Lord God's name in vein he would politely rebuke the person, and when he did the same, he would always make it a point to apologize to the Almighty in prayer, and attempt to make a mends for it in some way.

A truly sad thing...

One day Life and Death were having a discussion, and finally Life found the nerve to ask Death a question.  He asked Death "Why are we so different, I mean, why do people love me, yet the despise and fear you?"  Death pondered for a moment and then answered, "Because my old friend, you are a beautify lie, I am the horrible truth."

The Obituary of Common Sense

We are mourning the loss of a beloved old friend who recently passed away. His name was Common Sense. Common Sense lived a long life but died in the United States from a vicious contagious disease.