I must mention one more thing. It may not be the last I speak of Gronk during my mourning period, but I have to mention it either way:Continue reading “The Good and the Bad. Day 518.”
Gronk Gronk. Day 517.
Because he was a mixed-breed, I thought we would have more time with him.
Over eleven years earlier, Hurricane Irene threatened to hit us pretty hard. It was August 2011. I was with the fire department at the time, waiting for a call about a downed tree or a hole in someone’s roof. The storm began to calm so I took a nap.Continue reading “Gronk Gronk. Day 517.”
Our Loss. Day 515.
Rest in peace, Gronk.