Hi gang,

I've been reflecting on my lift to this point and have finally come to grips with the fact that I'm in the Winter of my life. Early Winter I hope but still, as my days grow shorter I've thought more and more of what my funeral will be like. Who will come? any of my ex-wives? Most of my family is gone as well as my childhood friends. Besides the preist, I maybe the only one there, and that's ok. The one person I'd wish were there is my first love, Cathy. For me it was love at first sight. We met when I was 16 and it was the best day of my life. Everything reminds me of her and there isn't a day goes by that I don't think about her. If you've seen "Meet Joe Black" you may remember that line. I think of her so often that I've actually written a screenplay about our short romance called, "Time". The logline for it is, "The worlds richest man travels back in time to reclaim the only thing money can't buy, the love of his life."

I then think of my grave and head stone. My last chance to leave a message to anyone that shows up. I've come up with, "I simply ran out of dreams", what do you think?