Thoughts on a Funeral

I stood beside the grave of a good man
And listened to the bugle’s cry.

Here was a noble life
Full of years and many friends,

And here we laid his body down.

At rest.
But not to sleep.

The part of him that lived
Lives on.

This is not a passing,
But a change.

There was no falling asleep,
But a final awaking.

Not a stumble,
But a swift step to Glory.


In memory of Charlie Mathews (1922-2014)


I know, I know.

I promised a follow-up NaNo post.

Didn’t happen.

I would love to say that I have been so involved in finishing my novel, that I haven’t had time for anything else.

But that didn’t happen either.

In fact, Christmas happened.

Then the sludge that is “Christmas Break Brain” set in, and I couldn’t even write a witty facebook update, much less a book (or a blog post).

So, the unfinished NaNo post has just been sitting on my desktop all this time – occasionally glaring at me for my neglect.


I’ll get to it. I promise.


In the meantime, there’s a new Doodle. Check it out.