Are You a Cry Baby?
I watched my dear Larry (Staci’s husband — my bonus son), speak to his daughter on the eve of her wedding. As he looked at her, his voice wobbled and the tears started to flow. And, his first look at her the next day — adorned in her beautiful wedding gown — those tears flowed…
Love and Death are Delicately Intertwined
Along with me, my son, and three of my grandsons are in the kitchen and dining area, having great conversation and, of course, silliness abounds with the two younger ones. I speak: “Alexa, play Michael Buble”, and “I’m Going Home” starts to play. My son says “I love that song!” The next song is “You…