Post Labor Day 2009

You Don't know Jack or John.
Really you don't.......................
and that is your loss.

How can I explain the indescribable?
Funny, quick, witty, comedian, raconteur, magician, dad, loving, lovely. The adjectives could go on into infinity and they wouldn't begin to touch the surface of who this human being is.

I miss you Dad..........and wish we could talk, really talk. Not the one sided soliloquy that our conversation has become since April 30th, 2006.

And John..
John Francis Kubricky taken so young, at only 48, just weeks ago. Who really knows you either?
Only the good die young- we've heard it before- know plenty of examples where that's true. But losing you is a big one and cuts deep. What you accomplished in your short cycle of life. What you might have done had you stayed with us longer.

And now what are we to do with the memories of the two of you? How can we share the gifts you are? How can we keep your memory and legacies alive? How do we keep you present?

There are answers to those questions. The mere act of asking, starts the response rolling toward us. I await a clear reply.