Summer

It's now the heart of summer and I have had Dion in my thoughts often. I am reminded of just two years ago driving to meet him and Jill and the kids and Rita and Ron and Don and Mary and Nicole and all of our kids at the Frog Creek house. I miss him just as much now as I did three, four, five months ago. It doesn't seem to get any easier. I am going to visit his grave in August on a Bay Area trip. Two season changes without Dion.