Here’s what I wrote of a crisp fall day in ’95…
A spectacular day that’s blue all over, crisp, sharp-edged, dazzling — with just a salt shaker’s worth of red and yellow smattering through the early fall greens as the trees begin to wind down for the long winter sleep. Sshh. What are they saying? No tears, just leaves are shed.
February 15, 2010
On February 9th, 2010, my dear younger brother Paul died. He was fighting prostate cancer, but we all thought he had a good chance to defeat it. However painful it is now, I would not trade one second of our time together, or the wealth of memories shared with my younger brother. Here is what I wrote…
Paul Scott Dec 1952 - Feb 2010
Dear Paul,
Not a day goes by that you are not in my heart and in my thoughts. But since last Tuesday, those thoughts and love have taken a different turn just as you have stepped off the path we shared together to follow a new journey. I miss you. Continue reading