My mother never got to see me alive in 2020 because of the pandemic.

I just attended my own memorial service. Overall thoughts on the whole event? It was a beautiful tribute to the guy I was for twenty-eight years.

It’s been interesting to observe humans from my new home in the stars. If heaven had internet, I’d start a new website called Humans of Earth.

From the moment I took my first breath I was the first child, the first grandchild and the first great-grandchild for them.

I don’t know of any young man who wants his mother all up in his business.

It’s not easy figuring out exactly what type of contact from the dead your loved ones will be receptive to but the process is pretty fun.

Why do people wait until someone is dead and gone to let the world know how great they were?