My firstborn son, Philip would've been 26 years old today. As many of you know, Phil
passed away almost five years ago at the age of 21.
The three of us (me, Brian, and Tim) gathered for lunch and a visit to the cemetery,
where we sat in the shade and talked about memories of Phil and what he'd possibly
be doing now. Our lives will never be the same ~ our hearts will forever be torn and
scarred. But we're doing OK. The three of us are very close-knit and we also have a
lot of support from extended family and friends.
(Both these links have missing photos in the posts...my blog got messed up last
year from a virus, so I apologize about that part in advance.)