It’s 3:30 in the morning and a ferret has been trying to get into my sleeping bag so I can’t sleep. Instead I am lying here thinking about, what else, life. That and that I am going to pay for this in an hour when I have to get up. I am headed to RYLA, a leadership camp for high school teens.
Late last night I found out my friend Cory died on Monday. I will write a tribute later but could not bear the thought of not putting some ink to paper, sort to speak, ASAP.
You will be missed dearly. Thank you for all the life lessons.