The three “angels” in my life — my still lamented Max, always ready to pose when the camera was turned his way, top right, Angel, camera shy and with me at the moment, bottom right, Tessa, my buddy from the 18th floor, celebrating her third birthday today.
I still miss Max, eight years later but almost like he passed this morning. Angel and Tessa do their best to fill the empty place but they always have to go back home before the day is over. And while I had a great montage of the three on the screen a few minutes ago, my computer burped and they disappeared, meaning I now have to go back and try to find them again. Wow, success! Makes me wonder if I should just close this one out now and add a second post later. Almost lost them again, so later—-