This is a time of year that has a lot of memory for me for lots of reasons. In September of 2001 I, along with the rest of the world stood the shock of the 9/11 attacks. Then, a year later, on September 12, 2002, my father passed away. Losing his brave battle with cancer. He is still missed and will always be. It’s five years ago today that I lost the first man in my life and nothing has ever been the same since. The good and the bad that has happened since then is drastically different and always will be. I’ve learned the hard way that time doesn’t heal all wounds but instead it just makes them easier to live with. Like a wounded animal we lick our wounds and limp on.

Then I have one special memory from this time of year. A year ago on this day I had my second performance of “The Guys” where I was able to work with the wonderful Leigh. Being able to do that play with him, even while he and I were both going through our own personal trials, is a shining memory among the otherwise gray ones.

I know this post isn’t as upbeat and entertaining as my other ones, but that’s how we live isn’t it?

But today is a day I look back and in memory think of my father.