My Father

My dad and me

My dad and me

There is a reason I haven’t updated this blog for such a long time. At the end of May, my father passed away and I wasn’t sure how to deal with it in terms of this blog. Was I supposed to include it, ignore it, or gloss over it? So I avoided the whole issue by not posting. This was not a great idea. I need to talk about it and I need to keep on living my life. So here goes…

I planned a trip to Buenos Aires, Argentina. I was going with Esteban. He was going on the trip to see Ecuador play Argentina in one of the MANY tournaments to win one of the MANY cups in South Continue reading