Today it snowed here in Omaha, I was walking on a snow covered asphalt trail, and when I stopped to look behind me, I saw about 100 or so of my footprints...I thought, those are in the past.  I looked down at my feet and then along the path ahead of me, and it was pure white, no prints at all.  That path, that pure one is the now and future, the one behind me is the past, I said to myself.  So, i just kept on going, thinking about how far I have come from bad grief and into better grief.  We do have a choice, it's our lives, have to take control and think of the now and future over the past feelings, know what I mean?

Peace,

Michael