Hello everybody, I have been overcome by the great response that I received from all of you. Apologies are due to each and every one of you. As I eagerly and hopefully check for comments more than once each day I have come to realize how much each of you mean to me. And also how much I have taken for granted the thoughtful comments that you grace me with.

With it being over two years since I was placed on death row. The mental picture that I have of that day of myself is sitting astride "Old Bawly", one of the finest, noblest creatures (my mountain horse) that chose to share his life with me. I guess the reason that the first thing that came to mind when told my life was coming to a sooner end put me astride this rare and wonderful soul to remind me that no matter what small role everything and everyone has played in my life has meant so much to me. Having such disheartening news delivered to me my mind went to that place of peace where me and my God were able to carry on such beautiful conversations and giving me clarity in understanding my purpose for being. 

I would find myself taking advantage of my noble creatures that allowed me to become one with them as I sat astride their body. As he carried me through the forest, across the rivers, through the meadows, or to show my appreciation I would always linger long enough for them (when I say them, I usually had six animals with me in a pack string)  to taste some of the variety of God's glorious grasses with each and every one of them showing their appreciation in the love that they returned to me. For each of the meadows offered them not only some of their daily sustenance but allowed them to take in the beauty each vista provided. At the same time appreciating a different flavor of their appetizer, their meal, and to equate the cool clear waters to a fine wine with their meal in the ambiance that each meadow (fine dining establishment) of which there was such a great abundance. 

When it comes to showing appreciation the pet dog or cat and the antics which I know a lot performed purposely as their way of thanking me for realizing the noble selflessness that they had shown me in appreciation for the love and appreciation I have shown them. I find this true and important with my human friends as well. I thank God each day for all the love and kindness that is directed my way by all I know. I find that I am relying more on my companion of half my life to share our life (in the blog) with stories of our blessings, our appreciation, friendship and love, not to mention our calamities, successes, failures, and catastrophes. Of which there are not enough waking hours of cohesive and clarified times in my day.

When people ask me each day, "how are you doing?" I can only say, "I am doing well".  Because sometimes that is the only words that I can think of. It seemed as God grants me a limited supply of clarity which I sometimes piss away on this 42" window to the world, which again I must thank the love of my life. I listen to it more than watch it. It seems to be my white noise. It has quite a loud sound output and I usually have it turned to the highest setting available. Not just because I am deaf, but because it drowns out the rest of the world and helps me sleep.

So I thank you one and all.
Gods creatures large and small.
Gods grasses and Gods trees.
Gods insects and Gods bees.
And all of you who read my blogs
Especially those who ask for more please.

I hope I haven't left anyone out. But just in case I have
Thank you God for everything and everyone
Even for my heating pad.

God Bless you all,
Ken, the afterlife messenger