Blasting music as I head north, letting the bass enrobe me.
Fighting the tears from so many levels of loss.
Warmed by the kisses given and received by my beloved bride and amazing children as I left to go on my way.

Stealing myself for in 12 hours my brother (who’s birthday is today) and I will be touching down at SFO, with heavy hearts and stoic faces while we wait the long five hours for the touchdown of our brothers later flight.

It is going to be a long day.

I AM A CRANIO DAD.