“Anytime a child comes back to a parent’s grave, it makes you reflect on your mortality and the next generation”

Part 1:

One of my inspirations for writing is indeed the life changing mourning for my late father. He is constantly reminding me of the gift of life: to celebrate life ­– responsibly & freely; as tomorrow may never come, and how it is very easy for one to take the precious life for granted.

Please, take a bow.

Thank you.