Today I lost my good friend Sam. He was my pet for nearly 30 years. His memory is spun among so many memories, nearly half a life for me. My youngest son, Bryan, was 3 when Sam came into our lives. Sam followed me from my A-frame, my 2nd home in Lutz and my abodes through many…
This week we lost our beloved Aunt Joy. She was my father’s sister. I wrote this on Aunt Joy’s obituary: None can be truly summarized by the single word or idea. Beings have nearly infinite and unending qualities. But the single word that occurs to me, a word that describes this wonderful person, my Aunt…
Early memories are difficult to sort, at times. The fleeting pictures with differing indices of backgrounds. “Was that there – or maybe there?” or “Had I lost my first tooth yet?” My memories of Mom seem to start with a hand. How interesting. It was a hand pulling a sled. I recall laying in that…
In 1986 I was in my office after having just spent a few moments with my two sons, David and Bryan, then about 8 and 4. They had come into my office to find out what I was doing. They were excited about an upcoming camping trip in our motor home. It was one of…