Johnny

Today is the tenth anniversary of my son’s death. Time has helped to seal the wound but the scar remains. On days like this I recall happy events. We had gone down to Arkansas on a mini vacation Johnny and Varuni and Eunice and I. We purchased a lot from a young real estate guy and on the way home we couldn’t decide on his name. He was either Rod or Ron or Rob and we started laughing about it and it turned into a laughfest. I realize you had to be there but the point is that it was a happy trip. I have many memories like that and I enjoy reliving them.