Sometimes you look at a photo from over 30 years ago and you know exactly what you were doing and remember what that day or even moment felt like. Other times you come across an old photo and are puzzled. Sometimes you can't even remember the other people in the picture with you. But most often I find myself somewhere in between. I can tell it's the fall, probably of 1984, because I am wearing my Paris sweatshirt and just the way Phil looked that year, his senior year of high school. My mom is probably acutely aware that in a year he will be off to college and in this brief moment in time she had both of us together, presumably trying to get us to rake the blanket of leaves that have covered the back yard. And while we appear to be complying with that request, we were less obedient with her desire to "take a nice picture of you two in the leaves." I still can't believe you aren't here turning 50 with your friends and family. You would have had a lot to say about this birthday and you would also have been amazed with your parents, both so healthy and fun at 80. We miss you. #hoffmanlove #1984 #geraldineferraro #philtheworldwithlove #truthormarilyn #missingmyphee ❤️ (at Fairport, New York)