The Sum Of All My Years. Broken Hearts Never Pass.

My beautiful and wonderful sister, Karen, passed eight years ago. This is a difficult time for me. Spring is here, my favorite season. Another year has passed into eternity for her. And another year gone in the countdown that began for me in 1960.

Karen's soul had no presence. Except when it was gone. And it feels stronger as the days pass. Her death being a transference from something as inconsequential as life to an existence that has no substance. A state that is far more meaningful once it can't be touched or experienced. A paradox of beauty, wonder and mystery that lasts forever.

Miss ya Sis.

My best, Chris