If wrinkled Boomers with diabetes and heart disease amputations and hemiparesis are random collisions of worn out atoms draining our society of valuable resources... If the cost of rehabilitating the Grey Tsunami, aphasic from stroke, requiring a hoyer lift to move their paralyzed frames from bed to a rolling shower chair so nurses’ aides can... Continue Reading →
We weren’t meant to die
I'm sitting here on this lazyboy in my grandma's apartment watching her breath while she sleeps on the couch. The television is playing dvd's she's created over the years with pictures of all that's important to her- her family. Hymns and songs of worship that help her feel God's pleasure fill the room. They're songs... Continue Reading →