My little bride and Elder Daughter received bouquets like this one yesterday. Somehow, it’s become a tradition that I send them flowers on the anniversary of Buddy’s death.

I’m delighted to be able to send them. I enjoy their sincere thanks for their beautiful flowers.

And, as long as I draw breath, and can afford it, the tradition will continue. I just wish that the circumstances that gave rise to this annual ritual were totally different.

Remembering Buddy again. Too much potential, gone too soon.

We soldier on.

-k-