The hot days of 2008 are officially now known as the summer of shit. I thought long and hard about how or if I should blog this. I decided to go ahead because I wanted to remember all the kindness the family received during a very difficult time. This summer, after a brief battle with brain cancer, my father passed away on August 29th.
The only positives of this very sad season are the fact I was able to make it home often and the unbelievable support from friends and family. The cancer was a bowl full a shit, but so many folks stopped by with spoons that I have a whole new faith in humanity and love of my hometown. I loved my father very much. He was my friend and hero. He will be missed.
Today's shot is his tractor with a keg of beer in the trailer. He'd of liked that.
The hot days of 2008 are officially now known as the summer of shit. I thought long and hard about how or if I should blog this. I decided to go ahead because I wanted to remember all the kindness the family received during a very difficult time. This summer, after a brief battle with brain cancer, my father passed away on August 29th.
The only positives of this very sad season are the fact I was able to make it home often and the unbelievable support from friends and family. The cancer was a bowl full a shit, but so many folks stopped by with spoons that I have a whole new faith in humanity and love of my hometown. I loved my father very much. He was my friend and hero. He will be missed.
Today's shot is his tractor with a keg of beer in the trailer. He'd of liked that.
