April, May, June, July...

Somebody graduated from Kindergarten.

Somebody likes the color pink. Still.

Imitating a cricket.

Himself.

My immediate family. Or most of it.

Dad

So...my dad died on July 6. He was 81 and had been fighting Parkinson's Disease for over 10 years. His death was sudden, and not directly related (we think) to the Parkinson's. And I am pretty sure that at some point I'll have more to say about this. But for now, all I can say is that I am very very tired of feeling sad. I could use a bit more dancing.

This is dad's favorite poem. Well, one of them - he really loved poetry. But this one is a pretty good summary of how we lived and how he approached life:

"If of thy mortal goods thou art bereft,
And from thy slender store
Two loaves alone to thee are left,
Sell one, and from the dole
Buy Hyacinths to feed the soul."
~ Sheikh Muslih-uddin Saadi Shirazi ( The Gulistan of Saadi, 1270 )