It's been almost 6 months since Dad passed away. It was really hard in the beginning but got better as time went on. I suddenly found myself not getting teared-up when thinking about the man who raised me, taught me, nurtured me, and loved me. It's seemingly been longer NOT crying about Dad then actually shedding tears. But I found myself just yesterday ...

I like to reach out to friends (old and new) and occassionally just ask them how they're doing. After years of being frustrated that this doesn't happen to me, I've accepted the fact that this is just kind of a 'me' thing. Which explains why maybe I don't hear back from some of these people I contact. Maybe my actual good intent has been bastardized ...

I lost my Dad the other night to Alzheimer's Disease. It was a long, painful trip that I don't wish on anybody. He was the best father. Supportive, proud, encouraging, strict but fair and he taught me everything about comedy, lifeskills, being a father, workplace, woodworking, DIY stuff and more. There was nothing, in my mind, that he couldn't do ...

It took a couple months and pretty much all of the wife and mine's free time but we finished (minus a couple finishing touches) our front stoop project. The steps and decking was done by Renomads and the walkway by myself and the wife. Lemme know what you think!