Charles Cowling
  Posted by Jose Antonio Estevez Garcia   When my best friend died at the age of 38 it was a drama – not only his unexpected loss but also his funeral which, far from helping us to face that moment, only added more pain to those grievous days. The reason
Charles Cowling
  By the shore’s of old Lake Michigan Where the “hawk wind” blows so cold An old Cub fan lay dying In his midnight hour that tolled ‘Round his bed, his friends had all gathered They knew his time was short And on his head the put this bright blue