Life is moving way too fast. They say once you reach middle age, time speeds up and I have to say, the sentiment is proving true, at least in my world.
This photo is of myself, my brother Peter, who died of AIDS in 1988, and my youngest brother Christopher, when we first moved to the San Francisco Bay Area in 1968. I was 15, Peter was 12, Chris was 3. I remember the day this photo was taken like it was only yesterday, yet it was snapped 42 years ago. FORTY TWO YEARS AGO! That is longer than Peter lived.
But, every day is a new day, filled with promise and a new opportunity to make your life what you wish it to be. It's never too late to be happy folks, no matter your situation. Choose happiness ... it's great.
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