death – Call Me Lou.

But, I’m Not the Preacher.

You can keep saying no, but in the end God leads you places you never expected.

On such a beautiful day with the deep blue sky and billowy clouds, I wasn’t prepared for that scene of tragedy.

Covid-19 made me face my own possible death. I’d always been able to avoid facing my own mortality.

The happy camper found that her words were trajically prophetic.

An angel on my bumper was the one thing I could give the retired preacher when he was close to death.

That toy truck flew like a rocket when we put the electricity to it. And nearly killed the neighbor doing it.