Hello...Goodbye

So another loss to the arts, Pavarotti dies. I really didn't follow his work but he made a big enough noise to let people recognize his name and what he did. My sister sang opera style, so in that sense I knew who he was. Again I still remember Schultz, the impact he made on me is probably relative to Pavarotti's impact on budding opera singers. You have to take notice of these kinds of things to figure out how better to enjoy the things in life. It might sound like nonsense to you, but when was the last time you just sat and enjoyed the quiet of an afternoon. NO T.V. just listening to the wind blowing through trees, and taking notice to how the grass feels under your feet....or really taking in something as small as a lunch between two people. Something small with what you have in the cupboard, and just sitting together. They say death comes in three's.....there was Mike Wieringo, Pavarotti, ...? I wonder who's next. Could be you, could be me. There's another saying that springs to mind....and I can admit its not one I look forward to and one that scares even me. Its probably one that I'll face like I did everything else in life...aggressively, scared, and ready to fight.

"To die would be a great adventure."

"Why do musicians compose symphonies and poets write poems?" he once said. "They do it because life wouldn't have any meaning for them if they didn't. That's why I draw cartoons. It's my life." -Charles Schultz