I'm sharing a link to another site where I write.
We were recently asked by the founder to write about writing, and between his request and my response, three people I knew died.
My mom's best friend Kathy, who was like and aunt to my sisters and me, died after a painful three year battle with bone cancer. My high school classmate's son Jacob died after a heart-lung transplant, he was one year old. The weirdest thing about that was that his dad and I were in a class of 68, and HRH, which both of our boys had happens in about 1/10,000 births. The odds were very much against two of us having boys like ours. Jacob died the day of Kathy's funeral. Then, on Sunday, Steve a true heart hero died very suddenly.
This post is about Steve and what his life and his writing meant. I hope you will read it and then maybe read some of Steve's inspiring posts.