I finally get around to saying thank you

Here it is, May 18th. Fourteen years ago today I graduated Fordham University with my very worldly, but not very practical liberal arts degree (BA in English). Its a cliche, but it sure does seem just like yesterday that the "Fordham Crew" was closing down Clarke's Bar and gathering later on with our families for the commencement ceremonies. Denzel Washington, a Fordham Lincoln Center Alum, spoke under sunny, warm skies.

As great as it was to be together that one last time as college kids, moods were tempered somewhat because we were all feeling for Paul, whose brother had just gotten into a very serious motorcycle accident earlier that week. For a while, it was touch and go whether or not he would be ok. Luckily everything worked out.

Everything really has.

As a group, we've had our share of setbacks, struggles, trials, tribulations and any other synonyms you want to throw in for "shitty, crappy times", but we've also seen wonderful, successful, remarkable times.

What's more, we've always been there for each other in good times and bad.

My turn came seven months ago today on October 18th, 2004, the day we buried my sister, Jenn. I can't believe its been that long already. I'll say the same thing again next month, and probably the months and years after that. Its always going to seem close. I can't imagine it not being that way. Big memories always do.

When she died, me, my parents and the rest of my family were wrecks, but we got a huge amount of support and love from all over the place that helped and is helping us all cope. People came in from all over. Brooklyn, PA, Virginia, New Jersey. Flowers came in from everywhere. The house filled up. People helped out however they could. Through most of it, through the cloud of my grief, it hardly seemed to help. I could not imagine feeling worse. In retrospect though, I see exactly how much it did help and how much of a comfort it was to have family and friends around. I'm pleased at the number of friends that Jenn still had in the area that showed up for the wake and funeral too.

Of course, the Fordham guys all made it up. If you were there, they were the "Good looking young men in suits." as one of my aunts put it. They were there when I needed them and I leaned on a few - especially Sfumato who put aside his own troubles for me.

It could have been so much worse. We could have gone through this alone, but we didn't.

Thank you.



As for what happened to Jenn. That's coming.