My phone went loony in February and stopped backing up my data without me knowing. In April, it stopped working altogether, and with it went all voicemail, most texts (it for some reason kept a few from years ago, probably SPAM).

Those were the only words of my dad’s that I had left, and my only recording of his voice. They were gone. I felt like he’d died all over again.

I truly can’t imagine the road you’ve had to take to get through losing both parents so close together. When dad died, I know I cried buckets just thinking about having to do for my mom (who is everything to me) what she was now doing for him. Just THINKING about it.

The things people walk through in this life astonish me. The strength of character they exhibit walking through some of those things takes my breath away and restores a little hope in the human condition.

You have my respect and your family is in my thoughts.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.