I talked to my boy today on the phone. His mom and grandma were driving down from their places up north, in the Seattle area, to spend Easter with him, his wife, and their two young beautiful daughters.

He sounded good, at peace, and I told him to extend my regards. I know them both well, we raised him into the man he is, and I have nothing but respect left.

My history with them goes back decades and ahh, the stories I could tell. But the bottom line is that they're both alive and well, and treasuring their son and grandson's babies.

I wish I could teleport there now and spend this day with you all. But I have made life choices that have landed me a long ways away.

Son, please read this post to them, pass them my love, and have a great Easter!