Quiet day at work, with sad news. One of my co-workers, recently laid-off, died over the weekend. A man with so many skills and talents, yet also weaknesses. As my Latvian friend says "tomorrow is not promised." So often I think there will always be enough time for second chances. But sometimes the second chances run out.

So today I try to appreciate where I am, what I have, who is near, the love that is shared from afar.

And I remember the friendship, wry wit, intelligence, and big heart of the fellow who was my work neighbor. My prayers are with the family he leaves behind, and that his soul travel to its next place in peace and comfort.

What more can I say. All else seems small.

Peace.