“Where do you even begin?” My friend Adam asked this question after I shared that maybe I’d write about everything from the past year. “I think you just start with what happened,” I replied. And yet… I have this idea that we’re drawn to the rivers, lakes, and oceans because—deep in our hidden memory—each of us began in water. Long before our first sounds, even before our hands grew fingers, each of us knew our first home in the amniotic fluid of our mothers. So it’s not surprising that Valerie loved the beach. “Lake Michigan is
I love you Michael and Emerson and Whitman.
My heart as yours and the kids aches thinking
Of that day a year ago. I miss my beautiful daughter too.Valerie will always be in our
memories. 💔
So beautiful, Michael. Holding you and the kids in my heart today. See you soon.