How do you measure a life? Do you do so in the number of breaths you take or the amount of money you bring home? Do you measure it in the years lived and miles logged?
I don’t believe so. You measure a life in memories.
In the tears that were cried in heartbreak and the laughter that made your soul whole again. In Christmas mornings and Mickey Mouse pancakes. In sorrowful goodbyes and joyful hellos.
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May 3, 2019
I am sorry Owen, didn't know you were ill. Take care of yourself and Austin. I am battling Cancer, had a fundraiser and am paying some of it forward.