Happy Birthday, Sean Fifty-Eight is Great Cedar Point, around 1997 Sorry for another Sean post. Not sorry - it’s just Father’s Day and Sean’s birthday fall within the same week. Another reminder of who we don’t have. Last I checked, Sean was still de ad. Wish it weren’t so. Today in America would’ve been his 58th birthday. I used to love this day, because it's also often the summer solstice - the longest day of the year - in the Northern Hemisphere. We’ve spent 3,437 days so far without Sean. When someone has an out-of-order death, i.e., dies way before their natural life expectancy, we miss not only their past selves, but their future selves, too. I mourned the passing of my 96- year-old grandfather around Christmas last year as the end of an era. He had outlived his wife and lived long enough to see a teenaged great-grandchild. Fiona turned six-years-old four days after Sean’s death. I still remember her Hannah Montana cake. Finley w...
When you look like your passport photo, it's time to go home. - Erma Bombeck