Christmas Letter 2010
Well, let me just start by saying the obvious: this was not a good year. Okay, you knew that. I don't want to belabor the tragedy of this year and wear the cloak of grief again. I've worn that enough. I've worn it out. I hate that cloak. A new friend of mine told me that too often we try to rush through grief. I don't think I rushed through anything. My son and I can attest that there have been far too many difficult periods. Rather, I want to dedicate this Christmas letter to thank the people that reached out and helped Rob and me this year. From the very moment that tragedy struck and Sherri was taken from us, friends, family and long lost acquaintances reached out to help. The outpouring has been and still is astounding. To my parents, brother and sisters, nephews and nieces. You dropped everything and you came to sit through the vigil as we waited to hear about Sherri. I will never forget the compassion you showed to Rob, Emily and me that day and co