Mention dying and most people will want to change the subject. Say that you are dying and immediately they tell you to stop putting that negativity into the atmosphere. Like not talking about your house burning down is suddenly going to extinguish the blaze. As sure as a baby is born, it will one day die. Nobody gets out of life alive. Having faced a serious medical condition, I bit my upper lip, dug in my heels and prepared to fight, but most importantly, I made peace with the outcome. I prayed incessantly, what fool wouldn’t. I reread as much scripture as I thought Saint Peter would ask me about at the Pearly Gate. I updated my will. Then I began to work on this little book of poems and lyrics to pass the time between now and the hereafter. I don’t plan on dying anytime soon but no one knows the time or place.

I’ve always considered myself a gunslinger. Quick to deal with a challenge. To be unprepared is to have a bad outcome.

 Death take heed, I will stand my ground.