I hope he doesn’t mind, but I borrowed this line from a Cliff Eberhardt song The Long Road. Why? well, today marks the third anniversary of the passing of Uncle Dominic P. Starace. I have written a lot about him so I’ll not guild the lily here and repeat myself. I do think it fitting that here in South Carolina, (not coincidentally a place he also moved to and loved) even the sky is shedding some tears today. It’s a dark, rainy morning. However, the forecast is such that the sun is supposed to break through a bit later. I think that also appropriate as one of the many great qualities he had was his seemingly endless optimism and always looking for the positive.

The world was so much brighter for his presence, and while it’s a bit dark this morning, I will wipe away my tears and look for the sun that he always brought along.

Somehow I feel you are here
You are waiting in that dream
Somewhere down this road we will awake
And be at the start again

I can hear your voice in the wind
Are you calling to me? Down the long road
Do you really think that there’s an end?
I have lived my whole life, down the long road…