It All Comes Undone

"Standing here/The old man said to me/Long before there crowded streets/Here stood my dreaming tree/Below it he would sit/ For hours at a time/ Now progress takes away/ What forever took to find/Now he's falling hard/ He feels the falling dark/ How he longs to be/ Beneath his dreaming tree." - The Dreaming Tree by: Dave Matthews Band

Mi Viejito is dying.

In less then three months Cancer will claim my grandfathers life.


Mi Viejito is dying.