Two weeks ago, in the wee hours of the morning, my father unexpectedly passed away. He was 57, and it would be an understatement to say that my family is devastated by the loss. After a whirlwind trip to Maine, I’m back to the chaos of my day-to-day life, working hard to keep my head above water. I’m not ready to eulogize my father here yet but I’m going to work hard to spend more time here, documenting. One of my dad’s most frequent complaints to me in the past year was that I was not writing here enough and while it’s too late for him to read future entries, it’s not too late for my to write them for other people in my life.