Life is short. Spend it well.
There you were. Exploring Revelation, dreaming about angels and dragons and unthinkable, multi-headed beasts with me. I was maybe 8 or 9 years old. I still remember where we sat. The round table separating the kitchen, living room and staircase at the acreage I grew up on. Maybe I had my homework done for the day. Maybe not. It didn't affect the way we pondered the mysteries that were yet to come. You knew that neither of us could understand what most of that book really means, but you enjoyed dreaming about it with me anyway. You didn't teach me to dream of having a lot of money, winning a bunch of trophies, or having a perfect record. You inspired me to dream of crazier things. Because of you I know that this world is not my home. You knew that we were only meant to be here for a short time. It has been exactly 6 months since your time came. Tuesday, April 5th, 2016. It was a beautiful sunny day out in Omaha as I headed in to work that morning. I accidentally took Inters