Change....

Lots can change in a little time.

Many of you know, but my father passed away this past Sunday. He was at Henry Ford Hospital in Detroit. His passing was peaceful, and Janet and I were there when he took his last breath.

My father was a remarkable person. He came to the United States in 1956 (he was 27). He worked full time in Cuba since 2nd grade and did not get to go to 3rd grade. Nevertheless, he taught himself to read and write in Spanish and English. He took and passed his US Citizenship test in written form in English.

He will be missed.


His death was a reminder to me that every day counts. As a good friend of mine was told during his service in the Vietnam war, "If you're not dead....live." That's what I encourage you to do today. Live.

Blawgerman.