Do not weep for me,
For I have loved and been loved by my family,
By those I loved who loved me back.
For I never knew a stranger, only friends.
Do not weep for me. I am not gone.
YEAR TWO: So after a year of a sister's perspective on the loss of her brother, this blog is taking a new turn. I have decided that now would be a good time to share a father's perspective of the death of my son. There are more stories to be told--some may make you laugh, some may even make you cry. But they will all come from my heart.