On the road again . . .
Just when I think I have learned the way to live, life changes. Sometimes again and again, which I guess is called growth. I had started to settle into this nice place called Gresham, Oregon which still has a small town feel about it. My friends here and the new friends I have made since arriving gave me a since of extended family and support during a time where it was a welcome change for me. A few days ago my childhood friend, brother-in-law, brother, and all around great guy passed into the night going on ahead to scout for the rest of us remaining on this earth. It was a moment several thousand miles away which still impacted me to the core of my soul. Family is a funny thing, no matter how far away or how infrequent you may see them when something happens it is a time to drop everything, pack up and head to them to comfort, support, and be there in times of need. Such is my life this week, stopping what I had going on, packing and planning an...