I have begun this book so many times over the years since I started blogging and, now that I have found the printout of those early years of the beginning of Anthony’s demise and death, I am in awe of the way he conducted himself in the face of so many adversities.
Writing about the past by looking at how I wrote about it at the time is not only problematic in terms of tense (present, past etc,); it is also a way of forgiving, letting go, and embracing the legacy of this beautiful man.
As a writer, I have created my own maze; I have written too much; I have some of the dates wrong; 1978 is too long ago; I haven’t mentioned the good people enough; I haven’t un-mattered the others.
Anthony’s loud laugh was, is, my best way of honoring him on a daily basis. He is gone and I am here.
Every time I laugh is a bravo to him, to us. Time will tell.
jmgoyder 
Sending heartfelt hugs to you and your family.
Keep laughing then.
enter and exit laughing.
Laughing is good