I suppose I have spent most of my lifetime in questioning, contemplation, prayer, doubt, skepticism, and anger, and the last two years or so in careful and fairly deep study trying to find some sense, some rhyme, some reason, in how it is determined who lives, who dies, who suffers, who has joy, who triumphs, who loses. This has led me to conclude, with sad resignation, that we will never understand and that there is no rhyme...no reason. This is my little tribute to our nephew, Kenny Gay, who was blameless, yet was destined to spend his short life in fear, in pain, and in loneliness. Here is Kenny on our back porch where he spent many happy hours with our son, Tyler (standing), his best buddy, and Mason and other friends. Here is Kenny at the beach with his sister, his mom who went on before, and his beloved niece. This is Kenny at a family birthday party with his sister and niece. I give my personal appreciation and gratitude to Kenny, who, among all my friends who said th...
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