I am remembering my son Donovan saying ‘meow’ instead of ‘now’. He was a grown man saying meow. He would make me laugh. ‘What are you doing right meow mom’ ‘make me a sandwich meow mom’ ‘meow mama, let play Pokémon’. He picked it up after we watched Super Troopers. It’s a cult classic. Gosh I miss that so much. So silly.

I love you meow and always Donovan – Mom

No it won’t.

I have been in therapy and have had a psychiatrist ever since Donovan died of Covid. I AM in denial that my otherwise healthy 31-year-old son died of Covid. I still, after almost 2 years, can’t believe it. How could this be? My heart breaks everyday when I wake up in the morning. My handsome Donovan is gone.

Donovan’s 2-year angel anniversary is coming up in September. September 29. That will also be my husband Ozzie’s 5th month that he passed. Ozzie did not pass because of Covid but he was my strength during the hardest time in my life.

I have no one to talk me down from my heartache, anxiety, depression, memory induced spiraling out of control episodes. They ARE episodes. Some are short, most are long and dragged out and they are so much worse because my Ozzie is not here.

I love you Donovan. Always. Thank you my Ozzie for always being there for me.

Music always brings back loving memories of Jody. He loved all types of music: country, pop, rock, show tunes, and opera … Well, definitely not opera. Play something familiar and he’d be singing along. Patsy Cline’s “Crazy.” Michael Feinstein performing Roger’s and Hart’s “Isn’t it Romantic?”

A few days ago, I heard The Bangles’ “Walk Like an Egyptian” on the radio. This had to be one of Jody’s favorite songs to perform to. He knew all the dance moves — the flat hand gestures to the right and then the left, forming a pyramid with his hands in the air and his head bouncing up and down like a bobblehead doll. When the lyric said, “they spin around and they cross the floor,” he would twirl around in his wheelchair laughing with glee, singing along to the nonsense refrain “whey oh a whey oh.” A tune, a memory, a smile — always there to soothe the soul — at home or even along the Nile.

My Poppa Bear loved music, but especially anything sung by Tony Bennett. When I heard he’d died yesterday, all I could think about was that when the Tony Bennett/Lady Gaga album “Cheek to Cheek” came out, Poppa listened to it all the time. We bought him a CD boombox player and he kept it by his recliner chair on his Florida room sun porch. He played that CD over and over.

“Ever hear of this Lady Gaga?” he’d ask. “What kind of name is that? Well, who cares? She sings great.”

His favorite tune on the CD was “I Won’t Dance.” I can hear him humming it, if I listen hard enough. And I will.

Father’s Day 2023 was the second one without my dad, but the first one for my husband as we welcomed our son in November 2022. Each day that passes reminds me that my dad is no longer with us, however, on Father’s Day I felt a comforting feeling as I know that my dad is extremely proud of my husband. My husband cares for us and protects us just like my father did.

My dad would never want me to sulk and cry on a day that highlights the importance of fathers. He wants me to embrace the moment. I love you Tata!