Happy Birthday, Dear Lou!

June is a bit difficult, there's Father's Day, and then there is Lou's birthday. Today. Last year, we had our first "Founder's Day" at the office. It was to be a tradition, to celebrate Lou's birthday. We went to lunch at his beloved Parthenon restaurant. This year, we have to postpone the outing, we are knee deep in preparation for an important meeting tomorrow. I'm unhappy we have to postpone, but I know Lou would want us preparing, of course! So, we are having a birthday cake, at least. Lou loved birthdays. He always made a big deal of them. I can remember one year he was unhappy with me because I didn't have a cake at home for one of the boys after we had already had a cake at a restaurant. No one in our house really even LIKES cake so I figured it was ok, but not to Lou. No, not to Lou. I had to run out and get some dumb frozen cake just to have it there. Happy Birthday, dear Lou. We miss you.

Father's Day

Of all his many, many accomplishments, nothing compared to being a father, for him. He came to it at a relatively late age, perhaps he savored it all the more because of that. He loved "his guys", "his buddies", so very much. A fierce protector, giant hero, inspiration, mentor, teacher, sounding board, playmate, practical joker, moral compass and so much more. He still is. Thank you, Lou. For being the father you were. How lucky we were, and are. Happy Father's Day.

Slow down

Slow day on the golf course today. Very, VERY, slow. My buddy got annoyed, REALLY annoyed. OK, it WAS annoying. But you know what? The sky was really blue, the sun was shining, there was a breeze, the grass was green. Life could be worse. Life could be alot worse than sitting around waiting for slowpokes to golf. We could be Tim Russert's family for instance. Your perspective sure changes when you've lived through a brain tumor journey. Yep. I'll take waiting for the slowpokes on the golf course any day. Life could be alot worse.

Party Talk

Was at a graduation party for a friend's son last night. Great party. Lots of people. Lots of food. Lots of laughter. Got to talking to someone I worked with long ago, who I was reconnected with over the past few years through our mutual friend who threw last night's party. Did you follow that? Anyway, she commented on my blog. She happens to be a writer, for real, as in, she gets paid for writing, so I find it interesting that she would even be aware of this blog. She had found my blog some time ago I think. She thought I had ended it. She mentioned the red dress entry, the one that was supposed to be the last post. I told her I have come back to it, a bit. But I realized, in talking to her, that my "need" for the blog is not really there anymore. That maybe it had suited it's purpose, run it's course. I felt most compelled to write when I was going through the brain tumor journey, with Lou, and the aftermath. Now I am not so sure what to actually blog about. I certainly still have many thoughts and feelings about that time to share. They never go away. The times I really can't believe it all happened. The times I really really miss Lou and wish he was here. But that is all just a part of me now, of who I am, and it doesn't seem to require quite so much examination. I think it means I have accepted it.