But for some cosmic reason, for each experience, I was there. And we ended the trip in these wondrously, breathtaking sands that I couldn’t help but compare to Heaven. I wish more than anything I could show Dad my ventures and that my roommate could meet my Dad, just as I met hers. But just maybe, in this aesthetically unreal and sublime place, he was along for the ride the whole time

And remember, before everyone starts with the "2017 was fucking awful" posts, that even if your 2017 was fucking (sorry, Mom) awful and you have literally stormed out your front door just to scream the F word on some of your worst days, (😳) that your good days most likely tipped the scales over the bad ones. Even mine did. And my best advice? This year, admire the lights.

I hope that place is beautiful and angelic and radiant and you're surrounded by those we've lost. I hope that where you are is truly tremendous, your favorite descriptive word embodying your positivity. And I hope that just like Lucy, you're in the sky with diamonds.

Dad would always marvel at the power of airplanes. He would say, "it fascinates me that in the morning you can be one place and in the afternoon a completely different place." Well Dad, it devastates me that yesterday afternoon you were in Spencerport and by evening you were in a completely different place.

We have come to a point where time is significantly beginning to dwindle down, and we are requesting no more non-family visitors. Bedside at the hospice, I often feel ineffably helpless, until I begin to tell Steve stories to the staff.

To the dad who I was climbing mountains with nine months ago who now has so many mountains to climb himself: happy Father's Day. With love and hope that we have many more Father's Days to celebrate in the years to come

If you're wavering on whether or not to do something out of your comfort zone, take this as a sign and go for it/book it/ do it. Do it for Steve.

We've had some shitty days and are aware there will be more shitty days ahead. However, we're hoping the good days can help balance, or even outweigh the bad days.

The short-term goal is for the three of us to attend to Grateful Dead and Company in Chicago this summer as planned. The long-term goal is to beat the Hell out of the odds.