A quick excerpt...

I wish I could capture one moment with my parents of myself being  younger on the beach of Macinaw with and feeding seagulls. Those feeling swell within my soul as we speak, but I cannot express them or truly tell you what they feel like. It is a warmth that over takes me at specific moments, moments usually associated with endless love. It is how I feel when certain holidays roll my way, it is how I feel when I think of the past. Some probably call it nostalgia, which it probably is, but it feels like a built up happiness wanting to explode, but you can’t quite reach it which brings a moment of sorrow to it. A very bitter sweet feeling.