She's Sherrie

 On September 29, 2006, I said goodbye to my son for the last time.  He died shortly after 1:00 am after suffering horribly for 3 months from stage 4 colon cancer.  He was only 34.  From the time of his diagnosis to his death was only 3 and 1/2 months. It has been 13 years today since his death, and I still miss and mourn him every day.  I would like nothing better than to see him and talk to him at least one more time.  Unfortunately, that will never happen again. The only thing I can do now is keeping him alive in my thoughts, and I do that every day; not a single day goes by that I don't think about him. The picture to the left is one of my favorites of him.  He had just made Staf Sergeant, and he was the youngest one in the Marine Corps at that time.  I believe he was 23, almost 24.  This picture was taken at the Marine Corps Ball in Dallas, Texas.  He was healthy and happy and handsome. He had everything going for him. And he was happy.    This picture was taken i

Radar Gun The Grammies were great.  Keep in mind it was back when they were entertaining. There were no crazy Kanye West protest speeches, there were no disrespecting fellow artists, and thankfully, there was no Gangster Rap category.  But there was a lot of talent and a lot of great music.  The Eagles, Elton John, Linda Ronstadt, Barry Manilow, just to name a few of the great ones. And there was Bali Hai. And a guy named Terry.  A cop with a gun, a radar gun, and another gun.  But he only brought one of those three with him.  You figure it out. His radar gun is what got my attention initially, sitting in his cop car running radar on people on the main road. And at the time, I thought, why is this cop sitting in this parking lot being a jerk?  Upon meeting him, I thought the very least I could do for my fellow citizens was to keep him distracted.  That's right, I threw myself on his radar gun to save John Q. Public.  And it w