It’s been a year since we had to let Logan go. Actually, it was a year ago Sunday. I try not to dwell on it. I still wonder if I could have done anything else, to help him live a more productive life, if there was something we didn’t try to help him. Then I will look at TMBWitW and we will assure each other, once again, that we did everything we could and that he had a good life with us while he was here. Then I go back to “not” dwelling on it.

Tomorrow would have been my parent’s 59th wedding anniversary. Along with that memory, we will also mark tomorrow as the 17th anniversary of Dad’s passing. It doesn’t get any easier, knowing I won’t hear his laugh, see his big ol’ smile, or hear his voice ever again, at least not this side of Resurrection Day. I will always treasure the last time we got together. I was living on the Central Coast at the time, and he and Mom had come out to visit. The morning they were going to head back to Tucson, we had breakfast with them. That was the last time I saw Dad. I’ll go back to “not” dwelling on that, too.

On the up side, today is the birthday of my buddy, Robert. We were in high school together, along with Kenny we all joined the USMC at the same time, but Robert is the only one who stuck it out and retired from the service. He lives in Ohio with his beautiful bride, Sheila, and I don’t get to see them nearly often enough, but we do stay in touch. I’m going to go over and poke him on Facebook. And then I may even call him.

Chat ya later…

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