...sometimes I get a flash. Sometimes I get this loooong drawn out memory. Like the thing with the hat I had. That gawd-awful hat. I must have had that thing for years. I mean...it was a foam visor... “Appreciate the beauty of a rainstorm, the sweet sound of a child's laughter because you never know when you might lose it all.” My wife, Nell, and me. Caleb and Nell had a wonderful relationship. He wrote to her more than to me. He never had a sister, but she more than made up for it. My brother Abraham and me. Our relationship has taken quite a turn for the better recently. Notice how he never misses the opportunity to give the Dowd family salute. Our dad with his new wife, Anita My mom, Kate, and her new husband, Daniel. I say new, but that isn't really accurate. She has been remarried for like, almost 13 years.