May 31, 2008

  • David Byron Williams, 8/7/1926 - 5/29/2008

    I feel like I could write pages and pages about my father, but it would all be a jumbled mess right now.

    Part of me feels like I owe him my best possible writing, that I should
    take time to gather my thoughts and put something nice together.

    Part of me thinks that I should just blurt out what ever is on my mind,
    even if it turns out to be 20 chaotic little posts with no meaning to
    anyone but myself.

    I've been putting off writing anything for days now.  He passed away on Thursday morning.