Vincent

On Saturday night, Marlina received a call that none of us ever want to get.  Her father had passed away.

She immediately dropped everything and went to the hospital.  When she got there, she was told the very limited details and was left to process everything.  She returned home around midnight, and got about three hours of sleep.  Upon waking up, we both felt like we were still in a fog.  We told the kids and, of course, they cried.  This also happened to be Super Bowl Sunday, and the kids were ready to go to the party.  Needless to say, we stayed home, as we were not in the partying mood. (What an exciting game, BTW).

I will never forget going to Vincent's house the first time.  He was a very creative man with a unique personality.  He made figurines out of things he found on the beach.  He was a professional beach comber.

I am sure I will write more about him in the future. 

He will be missed.