I talked to my Dad last night. Felt good to check in with him and get a feel for how he is doing. My Dad and I are close. Sure, we went through some shitty times like every teenager does, but we’re extremely close now and I value that a great deal. That’s why not talking to him on Fathers Day was so rough for me. But, understandable.

I know some people won’t understand, but I had to podcast last night. I have this connection with the listeners of the show. It’s weird. It’s personal. It’s real. To just not deal with the reality of what is going on would not have been fair. So I filled up CastBlaster with a bunch of songs and just hit record. Didn’t think it out. Didn’t plan any of what I was going to say. I just went with it until I couldn’t do it anymore. You can listen here if you want.

The plan is to head up to NH this afternoon. It’s Dylan’s last day of school and we were not going to have him miss that.

Sitting down the kids last night after dinner and telling them was tough. I was so nervous about it that eating dinner wasn’t easy. Being kids they took it really well. Of course they didn’t react to well to seeing their Dad cry for one of the first times. Big old strong Dad doesn’t do that so it was a little weird for them and I could tell.

But, in true heart of gold fashion as they were hugging me and going up to take showers, Dylan squeezes tight and says “she was a greatest Grammy.”