It is said that there is a time for everything, and a season for every activity on this earth. These words have intersected my path and fortified my course countless times, and they do once again as I sit here now, a day of remembrance almost upon me.
To all the years that have passed,
Full of sweet times and memories that will forever last:
I am again opening my door wide to you, despite my fears,
And I trust that you shall again bring more laughter and tears.
Come, yesterday, come, for a time.
- From Earl's journal, September 2000