I knew in my gut that the first time attending the Seattle Brain Cancer Walk would be in Dennis's memory--rather than in his honor.

Every child deserves a chance to thrive--even if their parent has died.

I wish I'd made time to check in with the kids more. To start a conversation. To let them know that it was OK to be sad, and OK to be worried.

Still standing. I think this is a pretty good description of where I was at this point.

Someone mentioned that the Johnny Cash songs I was practicing were appropriate for Dennis. I guess that's lucky--because those are the only Johnny Cash songs I know.

If I don't own my own life, who else will?

Ask yourself this question:If my life is the same five years from now as it is today, would I be OK with that?If the answer is no--or especially if the answer is hell no--then now is the time to do something about it.

I've been too tired to post much for a few days. Or maybe more precisely, too tired to think about what to post.

It breaks my heart now to remember that Megan wanted to give Dennis the gift she made at school right away--in case Daddy dies before Christmas.