Errol,
I love you, I miss you. You were so alive, always. You knew how to love - me, your large family, your many, many friends, sailing, cooking, music, gumbo, New Orleans, dogs, cats, birds, any stray that would find you.
I'm making a good life for myself, taking care of our home, our land, and the dogs. I've made new friends, I volunteer, I take photos and blog. I'm happy. Samson is good too, now. But should I say "Papa-Daddy" out loud, he would go looking for you. I know this, so I never will. Faith is my dog now, my shadow, she loves me beyond words. And I her.
Four years ago, I held your hand, one last time.
