In order to present some kind of context for my previous post, allow me to share the first "Letters to my Kids" I ever wrote.
Letters to my Kids: What I think happens when we die. |
The world is a crazy place. Unexpected things happen all the time, and while I may plan to be around to have the Important Conversations with my kids, I could get hit by a bus tomorrow. Or today. Hell, I could choke to death on the ham sandwich I make for lunch. These things happen.