A forty-five-year-old person should see a better road ahead than focusing on the torn-up one behind. But this is what Kam chose to do. He couldn't see forward because he kept looking back to make sure his demons were not catching up to him.
A month ago, he ended the race.
Good rest, my friend.
My neighbour wants to say hello 🦌
How to help a grieving friend
So little time. So much to say
Trying to work through it
