I remember the younger you, and it dawns on me I never got to meet the older you. I never met the man you became. I see brief glimpses into that life, scanning your timeline, reading over your posts. Looking at your photographs, I think what everyone else here must also think: there are not nearly enough photographs here. You deserve more.
Yesterday, I paused to read the sign. And took a photo. Because I wanted to share this story with all those other busy Chicagoans who, like me, may not have noticed it in their hurried walks through the station.
I am saddened to share the news that we had to put Quincy to sleep today. His age and arthritis made movement for him difficult, and for the past week and a half… he was largely unable to move around without assistance.
While this blog isn’t a terribly popular one, it serves as a place for me to record things. And I wanted to share my memories of Ms. Staffieri, and to have those memories last a little longer than social media allows. Because she was pretty darn awesome.
To see so many shamrocks (and red shamrocks to boot) made me feel good, and reminded me of Ann. I am used to seeing these in such small quantities – a single pot, a few stalks. Seeing such lushness, so late in the year, was a lovely thing to encounter. And it made me realize that ten years have passed, since she passed away.
I woke to Liz sitting up in bed, talking to our vet’s emergency care service (where we had left Baxter for observation overnight). It was 5AM, and they were calling to let us know Baxter had passed away.
I found our through friends online that designer Hillman Curtis died yesterday. I confess I didn’t really follow his recent work much, but know of him from his earlier days as a designer.
When we walked into the house, Liz’s dad led us through the kitchen and out the back door to look at his deck. The way he opened the door (leaving it open and letting the screen door slowly close behind you) was something I noticed. If you have indoor pets, you open/close doors deliberately and quickly, for fear that your pets will slip out unintentionally. The way he walked outside, I worried something was wrong with Napoleon – and a few minutes later, we learned of his passing.
I found out yesterday morning that my cat Harmony passed away. I first met Harmony while I was in college, I’d say it was sometime around 1993 or maybe 1994. I lived in a house with four other guys, and one of my housemates (Ben) was dating a girl named Kim (who was living in a house with several other…
Last week Nick Schroeder, a friend of mine from my childhood, took his own life. My friend Dan called me on the phone to tell me the news. It definitely took me by surprise. I know Nick struggled with some health issues a few years back. But it’s not been made clear just why, exactly, he decided to commit suicide….
Last week Liz’s grandmother, Janice Denler, passed away. Her health had been declining over the past several months, and as a result her passing did not happen suddenly. She was in hospice care towards the end, and a lot of her family was able to stop by and visit, before she left. This is a photo of us with Janice,…
I was in Columbus this weekend, to attend David Citino’s memorial service. We showed up close to when it was scheduled to start, and Matt and Juliet and I found ourselves in the back of the auditorium. The seats had already been filled, and the entire event was standing-room only. The entire setup was very formal – a podium on…