I ended the last post with this phrase:

KEEP GOING.

It’s the f*cking maxim about all else. Right up there with LOVE.

Keep going. Don’t give up. Your hour has not arrived. We know not the hour or the day and it’s not our job to decide that.

I have something to say about that. I’ve lost two family members in the last three generations to suicide; to making the life-ending decision to end a life. TWO. It baffles me like nothing else that I don’t know why.

But what doesn’t baffle me? My certainty that we are meant to stay until the end; and then God willing, the good Lord calls us home.

Until then, KEEP GOING. You have more to say, more to give, and we need you.