[From Irish Central. This is a sad year end wrap up for the writer, but she does mention enjoying Lindsey with the deceased. This is an excerpt]
http://www.irishcentral.com/roots/A-...238652911.html
By YVONNE WATTERSON, IrishCentral Contributing Writer
There was more to 2013 than its last forty-six days; there was a time when we were three instead of two. Like lightning bugs, the memories flash.
Ken tapping his feet at a Fleetwood Mac concert this May, marveling at the genius of Lindsey Buckingham, wondering what Lindsey must be on and if he could get his hands on some of it. My fiftieth birthday and the wood floors I’d wanted for two decades in this little house finally installed. Expense be damned, I wanted it to feel like a California beach-house underfoot. Art supplies for Sophie’s summer college class. Binge-watching Breaking Bad in late summer. The three of us watching on my computer screen, an animated film in which a frail yet fervent 83-year old Maurice Sendak gives his final interview, each of us in tears when Sendak tells the interviewer,