Typed with love

If you want a letter, I want to send one to you. Give me some mail info. Like your address or P.O. box.

School

It is upon us. Like an execution, it will be at the dawn. It will be worth it. No matter how much I hate school, it is not for my own happiness. It's for the kids. My kids. And my wife. They deserve it. So here comes another year. Two people have already told me who to take to homecoming. I choose the first. I have high hopes and I am as nervous as ever. It will be the hardest year of my life yet. But it will be worth it.

Goodbye, eh.

I have nineteen days with my best buddy in the whole world. Sure we fight and yell at each other, but we are the best of friends. I love Brock and I feel like Doug McKenzie when he leaves Bob. It will be tough. We didn't even get to electrocute each other at the looney bin.

Separate Ways

This is a time of departure. It is a time of tears, a time of warm hearts holding dear memories of those who changed our lives for the better. As life goes on, we miss what was.

But we can't let what was rule what will come. As we blow our noses and wipe our tears, we must remember something. We must know that as one spot in our lives gets vacated, it gets filled. Life goes on. Friends come and go through the years, but memories last forever. So make the most of the time now: be friends, be happy. We can remember when we have nothing else to do. Make friends with those you don't know. Be the person people want to never leave.
Keep moving on, because no matter how bad "goodbyes" are, "hellos" are always just around the corner.

Seminary