Best of all, to have loved.

I love to think about life. To ponder. That I’m alive and conscious. To be aware. That I exist. Nothing short of incredible. Can’t say that I’ll always be. Maybe death is the end. Nothing. Nothing any more. But even if this is only a momentary glimpse. Still, that makes life a pleasure. A blessing. To have lived.  And best of all, to have loved, --Jim Broede