The picture above was both a good and bad day. David was really struggling the week that we took this: He would not come out of his apartment, and the…
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This morning was a little weird for me. My daily routine tries to include a workout of some sort, followed by a yoga session as a means to stretch so…
You notice the ones who are no longer with you when you sit down at a family gathering and notice the empty chairs. You notice the lack of a particular…
That Yankees hat was probably David’s favorite hat. His goddaughter Sofia is now the rightful owner of it. David didn’t actually like baseball. We would be invited to games throughout…
I look at the picture above, and it just crushes me. How did the innocent kid eating candy end up in a wooden box before his 32nd birthday? When you…
The hardest part of this blog is to not sound like a broken record. Since October, I basically have cycled through four major emotions. Obviously sadness: I think we are…
Time is a funny thing. We never have enough of it. Or maybe time is going by too slow. Maybe it was the nick of time, time after time, or…
A Letter to My Godson: to be carried to him by the gentle winds of love. Hi Bet, you awake? It’s a boy. I’m going to name him David Vincent….
I tried. I tried to leave this blog alone… But it keeps pulling me back. Went a couple months without reading. As previously mentioned, I have been trying to put…
Yeah… I am not so sure about that just yet. I wish I had an official timeline for this wound. At least then I would be able to point to…