I’ve been crazy busy this week. It’s been nonstop action morning to night. Every day I wake up still tired from the day before. Can’t wait until Saturday – must rest. Can’t come soon enough. I attended the funeral yesterday of a 71-year-old man who was tragically killed last Friday. I never met him, but I wish that I had. He was the real deal. The stories, the lives that he touched, the legacy that he leaves remind me that our lives really do matter. There is power in a life well lived.