Since my friend M.G. is immortal, he may never get a eulogy, but I am now convinced that everyone should hear their own eulogy, so here goes. The story of M.G. He was the son of a preacher and a shady government operative. He kept what was good from each and let go of the bad. He had his own demons, but even when they chased him into the dark, he never stayed there. Instead, he danced like a sparkler, and smiled like the sun. He wrote a new story every day, and reminded me to always find the light.

Lizzie