I realized earlier today that it was on this day, (also a Monday), in 2009, that my father had the stroke that would kill him by the end of the week. One thing led to many others, including this blog, including trying on his tuxedo trousers shortly after his memorial, and also led to taking Paul home from Ohio in 2014 after his stroke didn't kill him until a week and some ago and now I know that different strokes really means different strokes and here we are and people are leaving and the only thing I can say about that that isn't selfish is that they were, I think, ready, and we need to just push on. without them. as much as we miss them and wish they'd have stayed.
But we miss them. Especially, if you didn't know Paul, please have a listen. You'd like him, I think.
also, again/still, thank you Mike Monteiro for my avatar.











