Friends & Family,
Every year I’m a complete mess on the 9th and 10th of March. I’d like to think with time comes a sense of growth and distance from pain; but every year I’m reminded that’s not that case. Just like the ocean, the waves might come less, but they remain waves when they do come. Ben would have been 6 years old today, and for the 6th year Pam and I feel a horrid sense of loss you aren’t here with us.