Dillon

Adapted from a song of the same title written by Cabana Boy Q as a tribute to our dear nephew, who passed too soon at age 23.

Good-bye, my son,
Farewell, my child;
We parted ways too soon.

You graced your way into our lives,
Reveled and rebelled and rumbled,
At once gloriously, odiously, and tremendously.

Together our families gathered annually,
During the Christmas holidays mostly.
But there were family reunions occasionally.

Ciao, my son,
Adios, my child,
So many ways to say adieu.

The void is still unreal, surreal,
Unwanted legacy of lingering longing
For the sound and sight of your liveliness.

Too many losses in such a short span;
This is one story that can’t be spun
To end with you still being around.

Good night, my son,
Peace out, my child;
I’m left with a blistered heart.

Gift from Dillon who crafted it when he was in grade school

The Guest List by Lucy Foley (a book blurt)

A mystery with so many turns you feel like you’re in a maze, but there is a satisfactory end. Two bigger-than-life personalities matched perfectly. An unforgettable wedding that will have people talking for years. Not because of the Gaelic island setting or the $3,000 wedding cake or hell-raising pranks of the groomsmen, among other memorable sights and events. But because a murder happened during the wedding celebration. Who done it? You will eventually know, as each chapter alternates primarily among four key characters – the bride, the bridesmaid, the plus-one, the wedding planner, and the best man. A few interspersed  chapters are told in the third person. The lively writing and well-developed characters make for a good read as well.  Of all the weddings that have been going on this year, this is one not to miss. No RSVP needed.