Thursday, April 28, 2022

Our Brand of Love

I can’t eliminate all the hurt that this world will hurl our way. Some of it may be because they don’t understand our “brand of love”. Maybe it is because my inadequacies are so glaring, that I make us a clear and easy target. It could just be our day. For whatever reason disrespect or displaced humor is pushed on me\you\us, we know the decision to respond and how to respond has already been decided. We know what we mean to each other and how we affect each other. Words may land but they won’t control our runway. Janet can touch my hand, or gently nod her head, or release the twinkle in her eye and I can hear her say “A lion doesn’t concern himself with the opinions of sheep.” I love you sweetheart! Glad the tomb is empty

Friday, March 25, 2022

Sweetheart Month

March is our sweetheart month... March 25, 1975 she checked the preverbal box that said “I will go with you”. Janet held me at arm’s length for as long as she could before her curiosity demanded answers. Janet Robertson was now my girlfriend (still is). There are a million stories I can recant from 1975 to 2022. Our life together has been nothing short of amazing. To be honest there have been times where we had to ask ourselves if we could or wanted to “stand the rain”? Could our relationship endure our human frailties and societies attacks? Could we hold onto the “broom\mop” we jumped when we said I do? The answer is yes we could. Janet and I have endured and persevered. We both had moments when we looked at the puzzle that was our life and didn’t know how to put our individual pieces together. The love was there but we didn’t know how to make the pieces fit. God is the common denominator. Just my thoughts. Learn to pray together daily. When we are holding hands and talking to God our relationship is being rejuvenated and strengthened, daily. The pieces of our life become whole and He will be glorified. We didn’t get here by ourselves! I love you sweetheart! Glad the tomb is empty.

Tuesday, March 1, 2022

Talking About Today

When we first discovered that we were us, we talked about “today”. We talked about a home, not a house, two children that looked like her (sorry we missed that one), grey hair, aching bones, and still being in love. To be honest we had no idea how hard it would be to fight through all the challenges that God gifted us with. However, we planned to be here, today. I didn’t expect to be so incredibly in love with this person I have shared so many years with. Maybe because I didn’t know real love. I just flat out adore this woman. She fills in those spaces near the lines that I was once afraid to color outside of. In effect she became the bridge that took me outside the lines, outside my box. She has always seen the value in my dreams and understood the battles I’d have to fight. She wanted to fight by my side. “If God is for us, who can be against us?” I like our odds… I love you sweetheart. Glad the tomb is empty.

Remember the First Kiss

Do you remember our first kiss? It is sketched so deep in my memory that it reappears each time I move in for another (first) kiss. After being in your presence for most of the past 46 years, this moment has to be one of my most "romantic" memories. My journey to that kiss was filled with my own indecision, self-doubt, thoughts of defeat, and an actual willingness to accept rejection. That kiss came after what I thought was the worst first date in all the chronicles of dating. It was a kiss that I never expected to get. It put a “glide in my stride, a dip in my hip” on the way to a cold Chicago bus stop. That first kiss stopped time and changed the climate with each step.
Today I need to let you know that my day does not start until I look into those starry eyes.
My day does not start until I hear your touch say “yes it is a good morning.”
My day does not start until I feel the light of your smile lighting up our world.
I love you sweetheart! Glad the tomb is empty…


How do you explain humanity to a man?

How do you explain humanity to a man? Introduce him to his mortality. Whenever we are faced with the death of a loved one we are faced with the reality of our own mortality. In the passing of my mother I was faced with this reality. Suddenly I was experiencing a bit of separation anxiety whenever Janet left my presence. Janet and I have this running “joke”. I asked God to call me home first. To do otherwise would be like teasing me with His perfection by leaving me here without her. In Janet He gave me way more than I asked for. I thought I needed a girl to help me untangle my youthful ambitions. He gave me a woman who is able to crack my encrypted thoughts and give meaning to my creative desires. Those desires included pursuing her heart and unequivocally offering mine. “Life is fleeting, like a passing mist.” Before this vapor called life drifts by, I want\need Janet to feel my heart and soul’s appreciation. I love you sweetheart! Glad the tomb is empty.


Dorothy Peeler Tribute November 12, 1930 - November 7, 2021

My family and I would like to thank everyone for their prayers and well wishes. We are and will be working through the physical loss of our mother for a "minute." We want to share a glimpse of her life with you through this video. Glad her tomb is empty.

Wednesday, October 27, 2021

Empty House


I don’t mind an empty house. When Janet is with Lauren or Londyn I take the opportunity to turn the music up just past her “allowable” settings. The music will turn a mundane household chore into a master piece of domestic artwork. It will open a creative highway that takes me to a place in my office\studio that lights up my mind with possibilities. Then there are times when the right song (anything from Stevie or EWF) will remind me of the void that her absence leaves. I don’t know if it makes sense but it is not that I “miss” her. It’s that sudden realization that she is not “here”. I am not sure I can deal with being “here” without her. Crank the next song up a little louder.

I love you sweetheart! Glad the tomb is empty.