My Brother, Timothy

Sadly, in August 2004, my younger brother suffered a catastrophic motorcycle accident and died. Like brothers all over the world, we fought and had our differences, but he was still my brother and that bond had seen us through many times, good and bad.

It couldn't see us through this, though. And I still miss him.

The referee has spoken, The whistle has blown, A red card has been shown And the team is down by one man Uncertain how the game plays out From here.

Creativity is as essential to life as oxygen

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