Dear Hayley, I used to call my dad Beau-jangles, because we both liked that Sammy Davis, Jr. song, “Mr. Bojangles,” so much. I knew a man Bojangles and he’d dance for you In worn out shoes With silver hair, a ragged shirt, and baggy pants The old soft shoe He jumped so high, jumped so…

Dear Nancy, Went for a hike today with my Dad & Keith. Have you ever been to “Malibu Creek State Park?” It’s unbelievably beautiful & happens to be one of the backdrops of my earliest days with Keith. Dad hadn’t been there in many years & he was in heaven. So happy to be out,…

Dear Hayley, By the way, today is my father’s birthday. How crazy is that? This man who served his country and lost his memories was born on Memorial Day. Happy Memorial Day to us, Hayley. Let us always remember everything. Even that which can’t be understood. Love always, Nancy