It was another perfect labour day weekend.  The weather was great, so it really was a last hurrah to summer.  We had a picnic at Fielding Park (in case it rains on our anniversary), went to Ribfest twice (I kept craving BBQ sauce, so the pulled pork sandwich hit he spot), boat ride on Long Lake, I squeezed in a swim, and we had a BBQ and ate outside, John played 9 holes one afternoon while Anderson and I napped, we read the paper, drank coffee, let Anderson stay up late (and then he slept in ...

    I wanted to do this right away, but I just did not get a chance.  I wanted to make sure I could devote the time and really make it good.  I’ve reflected a lot over the last month, though.  So now all my thoughts have been gathering slowly, but surely.  Probably all the best stuff came into my head right after he was gone though.

    It was a little unexpected I guess.  I had been preparing myself for losing my Grandmaman at some point, because she was diagnosed with cancer.  But when...