Last week, I attended two funerals. At this stage of life, that’s becoming more common than I’d like to admit. You begin to realize that life has seasons, and eventually you find yourself in one where reminders of time, loss, and eternity seem to arrive more often. Funerals have a way of making a man stop and think. Not about success. Not about possessions. Not about the things we once chased so hard. They make you think about what truly mattered. As I sat there listening to

Spring has always fascinated me. No matter how hard the winter was, the earth eventually begins to wake up again. Trees that looked dead begin to bud. Fields turn green. Flowers push through cold ground that only weeks earlier seemed lifeless. Renewal comes quietly. And every spring, I’m reminded how much that mirrors life itself. For a long time, I believed I could outrun the consequences of my choices. Like many people, I convinced myself that if I stayed busy enough, moved

It’s been about a week since the site went live. I wasn’t sure what to expect. When you put your name, your story, and pieces of your life out there—especially a life like mine—you don’t control how people respond. Some remember parts of the past. Some only know what they’ve read. And some are seeing a different side for the first time. That’s okay. In fact, that’s part of the reason I decided to do this in the first place. For most of my life, my story has been told in fragm