Sunday, July 08, 2007


To France with Love

My mother's youngest brother died in France late last week.

He and I spent 25 years without seeing each other. When I graduated from high school, he purchased me a $300 bicycle. One that matched his own. At that time, he had seen me since I was maybe 3 years old. We met once again a couple years ago and although, I never told him, he was one of my favorite people. He was someone you could talk to about everything and nothing.

I'm making this post here because from the moment he met the kids he loved them with all his heart, especially our dear Princess Gwen. I wished that our lives were different and that we had spent more time together, if only for Gwen.

So here's a post in the memory of Michael Anthony Farrow, who left us far too soon.

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