I'd Rather Die While I'm Living Then

Grief Is Like The Wake Behind A Boat. It Starts Out As A Huge Wave That Follows Close Behind You And Is Big Enough To Swamp And Drown You If You Suddenly Stop Moving Forward. But If You Do Keep Moving, The Big Wake Will Eventually Dissipate. And After A Long Time, The Waters Of Your Life Get Calm Again, And That Is When The Memories Of Those Who Have Left Begin To Shine As Bright And As Enduring As The Stars Above.

Cheeseburger In Paradise!

Some Of It's Magic And Some Of It's Tragic But I Had A Good Life All The Way.

What Would Pop-eye Do In A Tight Spot Like This?

If It Doesn't Work Out There Will Never Be Any Doubt That The Pleasure Was Worth All The Pain.