I can remember at the end of every summer when I was kid, having to wake up before the sun came up, to get a ride from the town's lone taxi driver, who would take us on the long journey via the treacherous and twisty national roads of Portugal...
It is the anniversary, though I don't need an anniversary to remind me of someone who's energy, wisdom, and spirit, I carry with me everyday. 2 years ago I wrote this text, and I re-post it because it never stops being true: When I was a child, he would come...
This website has existed in different forms since 2001. In that time, alot of people have come and gone, regular readers, occasional visitors, frequent comment leavers. For those that remember the days when the title of the site was "The Communique" and my focus was on more than under-reported...
It has been a year since he died. And a year since I wrote this. But no matter what day, month or year it is, his influence and presence in everything I do, carries on.
Since it is Sunday and I haven't posted a picture of my niece and nephew in quite some time, here you go internets:
