Tribute to Robert (Bob) Forgy

  The weight of your loss hits me like a ton of bricks. I have been standing here with the news of your passing and the words you told me echoing in my mind without shedding a tear. I was told there would be no funeral, so I stood in an empty room wondering how…

My Brother by A. Klesath

I want to hear him laugh. I want to see him smile with those blue eyes shining. There is a purity lost inside him. In the instantaneous moment when I am lost inside his eyes, I see that he is free to laugh in spite of it all; free to let go and feel something positive….

Strength in Numbers by A. Klesath

At my grandmother’s funeral I sit on the front row watching my mother speak. I am always in awe watching her stand so confidently in front of a crowd. She always speaks clearly and always smiles. Her 4’11” frame barely rises over the podium. As I watch her speak so highly of her mother I…