Many memories today - one I remembered - when he was in the eighth grade,Elliot put paneling upstairs  did it all  himself, and in the process cut his hand by his little finger with the power saw, and never said anything about it.  When we were coming home from my grandparents on Thanksgiving,  several days later, he complained about his hand hurting, and there it was!  A big red streak going up his arm!  Of course, that meant a doctor's visit at the hospital and antibiotics.  So typical - keeping things to himself and thinking he could handle everything by himself.   Even though it is another year added,  there is something  - it seems like everyday - that brings back vivid memories.  Take care  and take it one day at a time.

What an a nice memorial.  I am sitting here with many tears, as well as many thoughts.  When I was over to the house this afternoon, I went into the garage and saw his tools, and felt as though he was right there, puttering, and messing around.  Then I saw his red Huskers cap on the work bench, and thought of all the times he  hollered or cussed at the football games in progress. 

We all have many thoughts and reminders of all the times we had good and bad, and that we can't go back to the way things were, but  we go ahead, sometimes, it is only one day at a time.