Finished reading The Running Waves and really identified with the poignancy of the grief the brothers felt. Last week was the second annual summer party without my friend and mentor Ted. I noticed that this year there was more laughter than tears, and we created new memories instead of reminiscing about the old. I think he would like that. Sometimes it’s so hard to believe that it has been two and half years since he passed away, it seems like he’s just been on vacation, thus explaining his absence. Occasionally the grief still overwhelms me, especially when I’m lost and confused and in need of his help. It’s true what they say though, what matters is that you carry that person in your heart and mind.