Dear Henry...

It’s been 6 months boy

…and even typing these words brings tears to my eyes

I still feel your presence

…and from time to time

I’ll close my eyes

Think deep

Breathe deep

…and smile, because I can still smell you

We keep your ashes close

Your Mom has them on the table next to her side of the bed

…and we know (and feel) that you’re still watching over us

I trace my fingers over the patterns on your box

It gives me strength

Reconnects me

…to what mattered most to you

And me

Family

I think you’d approve of our new pup Finn

…although I can imagine you nipping him in the arse

...and that makes me chuckle

His chest reminds me of yours

Big

Proud

…and I can’t help but see you in his eyes

The loyalty

The wisdom

…and sometimes a deep understanding

…almost sad

He’s found his protective bark

…and I know that’s your influence

Life in the theWAIREHOUSE is good

…and I want you to know

We’re in good hands boy

We miss you

…and think of you often

Keep shining on us.


Scenes from Father's Day...

Today began like every other...

...with my 5AM wake-up call from Finn.

A crisp morning greeted us on our walk...

....as I shrugged off the brandy shots from last night.

I did my best to squeeze in a few more minutes of sleep before...

Sara and I ran the GBMC 5K

Hills met our feet at every turn....

A tough one to say the least.

Coffee picked us up.

....then a creative surprise on the home front.

Drawings upon drawings...

Plastered here, there and everywhere...

...and I could do nothing but smile 

...at the creativity of Mady and Liam.

...and the thoughtfulness of Sara.

My family knows me so well.

Some edits.

Some grass cutting.

Then crabs, beer and bourbon with the family.

...on a truly beautiful day.

Here and gone in a blink.

...these scenes from Father's Day.