My father died on January 12, 2009, a few days shy of my 55th birthday. I wish I could say how I felt about his passing. I don't have any feelings left. I know there is a God who watches over me and Jesus and I know the Holy Spirit is around me, I simply feel like the Holy Spirit has deserted me now. Now when I need the comfort. I think it has to do with control and asking God for things and making promises to Him. Like, "If you do this, then I will do that..." Comes from my Baptist upbringing.

I am still at work on my novel, THE AVE MARIA DIARIES, watch for it soon for I know it will help change the world in a positive way.

The rain is endless.