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Life is measured by who loves you, and why.

Death is not measurable.

Death is universal.

So how do you make people love you, and why?

There are a lot of people out there who don't love me... a lot of people that I don't know.

Everyone love my Mom... everyone that knew her.

Mostly, everyone that knows me loves me, too....

And, in the end, it really means nothing.

Yeah, while I'm alive, the people that know me and love me... they pretty much define me.

I'm a lovable persom... I've always tried to be, and I've mostly succeeded.

In a hundred years, all of those who loved me... will be dead, too.

And what will be the difference then?

Nothing.

The difference is in how I feel now, and how the people that love me feel.

And that will die, incrementally, as the people that love me die.

My mother loved me... and she is dead.

My brother loves me... and he will die.

My boys love me... and they will die.

Karen loves me...and she will die.

My nieces love me...

My grandkids love me....

It makes a difference in my life, here, now.

And it does feel so good, to be loved.

Does it make any difference in the long run? Will my descendents love me? Probably not.

But really, who cares?

The here and now, that's what matters.

And there here and now is pretty happy... I have Karen, and I have my boys.

And... an update on the day....

Pretty boring, yes it was.

A pretty mild schedule, and we were out of work about 13:00, and I went home about 14:00.

Answered e-mails and read journals, etc....

And, even though it is a Friday and I took off early, I'm gonna go to bed early... mostly because I'm really fatigued. I'm suspecting that half of that is medication, and the other half is depression....