More and more people, important people, have gone from my life. Dying young has it's benefits, everyone else suffers your loss. The less losses you suffer. Well I have passed that point now. Gone are the two dear people above. I like to look at this picture taken long ago. They were climbing, in an area that still in many ways means home to me. It's almost a thousand miles from where I am now, but I just have to close my eyes to feel there. To feel the bluffs, the quarrys and the rivers. I wouldn't physically go back in time if I could. Life should be a progression, hopefully in a positive way. I'm still trying. As we all do in our own way.