My mom’s been helping my grandfather these last two days. He’s in bad shape. Doesn’t know the date. Doesn’t know his zip code.

I hope that I am mentally acute for the rest of my days, but if I am not so lucky, I want my soul to to have the satisfaction of having made hay while the sun shone.

“If you asked me what I came into this world to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud. –Emile Zola