Today is a sad day all around. My uncle, a talented musician and Sci Fi writer, would have celebrated his 46th birthday. This morning, I realized that I have outlived my uncle by just over a week. It’s a completely morbid thought, but it reminded me that each day is truly a gift and that it’s time for me to start chasing my dreams like I mean it.
As I was contemplating all of this, I found out about the shootings in Aurora, Colorado. So many people were robbed of their lives, love, and dreams just because one thing* decided it would be better off if it killed others. My heart goes out to the victims and their loved ones. I can’t begin to imagine the pain they must be feeling.
* I refuse to refer to the shooter as a human being. Anyone capable of such evil, cannot be considered human in my book.
In memory of my uncle, here’s a link to one of his short stories: