The Only Constant is Change

This week has been an interesting one. Rough in some ways. Bumpy at times. There have even been times when the road was smooth, but unfamiliar.

To start things off, my uncle Harry died last weekend. (He was Harry to some, but Art to me.) Anyway, he was 86 and he’d lived a full life. His last year hadn’t been easy as he struggled with cancer, and nobody wanted to see him continue to suffer. But even with all that, the moment of passing isn’t easy. It’s a bittersweet time, and though you wouldn...