Hhhhh....

So I am listening to piano music by Jim Brickman. Dad and Mom come to mind. How hard Mom worked and took care of all of us. Then the Alzheimers....The best time of my Dad's life it seems was taken from him. Not only him, but those years were dominated by the illness, coloring everything a dull gray. Now there is an empty feeling. A big hole. It took much from all of us, not the least being my Dad.

It would have been so cool having a Dad in this time in my life. He would have been 69 this December. He was gone a lot longer than he's been dead. I guess you never really grow up. You always need your Dad. I'm glad I had one for 30 years. Some people never have one.

If you read this Mom, thank you for all the early mornings you left for work, and all the late hours you spent taking care of us. I love you, Mom....Oh, and for helping me pass Algebra. I am a math idiot.