Gone Fishin'

Not really. Just going to take a short break. Maybe a few days - maybe longer - will have to see.

If you can't say something nice - don't say anything at all. This is where I find myself lately.

Feeling a little sad too. The one true champion in my life is no longer here. My Dad. He really thought I was special. He was a great person. I try to live everyday in his example, and I don't do a very good job. It will be almost 4 years now since he died. He died 10 Feb - A Friday. We buried him on Valentine's Day. I have so much I want to say; I just don't know how to say it.

Bye for now - for a while.

Photo: My parents, just before my Dad got sick, with my Olivia and my Enzo. I wish I had more digital pictures (have others from my old Nikon - need to get that scanner out :-) of my healthy Dad - the runner, the cigar smoker, the big International executive, the down to earth friend, neighbor, father, husband - the loving grandfather (he and Olivia had such a special relationship - and, now, as she prepares to make her confirmation this week, it is a little sad because, while his family will be here and while she's taken his mother's name - Veronica - as her confirmation name, he won't be here, and it would have been important to him. Of course, I'll wear his ruby ring - I do when I want to feel his presence - and I'll look for signs that he's watching....:-).