A tribute....

It was two years ago, Ross's Dad lost his battle with ALS. He is dearly missed. Each and every time I prepare a tax return I think of him. I think he would be proud of the path my life has taken.

Terminal Illness is hard. It's tragic. There is no other way I know how to put it. During his illness, photography became my outlet. I was reminded of this today while chatting with my pal Mary. I captured this pic of Ken being a grandpa riding with his grandson on a merry go round.

And here is Ross at our last Tax Appointment with his dad. Ross still has a hard time with me doing our tax return... I know it's just one of the ways he misses his dad.

And this was a dream fulfilled, right around the time of diagnosis, Ross & I were starting the adoption process... our hope was to adopt a child, while Ross's dad could still hold a baby.

There were good things that came out of the experience. I learned a lot about myself, I grew to know and love Ross in a whole different way. I won't forget some very kind actions by my friends Teri, Theresa, Cinnamon, & Laura during a very difficult time.

On a happy happy note, my dear friend Big Pat, welcomed a beautiful baby girl into the world!!