I Can't Cry In Colors

This is the story of my life, the death of that life, and my existence after my life’s death. It may not always be up-beat, but every feeling is honest. I wrote it to be read as though we were sitting at my kitchen table having coffee and talking. I don’t presume to be a scholarly writer, so bear with me when I ramble. There is a message integrated in the pages that will affect everyone and will, hopefully, help someone; maybe even you. THIS BOOK WAS WRITTEN IN RETROSPECT. SOME OF THE NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THE GUILTY, AS WELL AS MYSELF.