It's been a little less than a year since my oldest and dearest friend/father figure , Frederick P. Murray, passed away at 93. I still think about him and I still grieve. Even now, I told Carla to make a donation to his specified charity, the Stuttering Foundation and while I did I began to cry and choke up. Grief has no time limits. He was an awesome man, a man of contradictions, but, a man of loyalty and being true to himself. I miss him terribly and on our trip to Florida I missed him to the point where I had periods of not wanting to do ANYTHING. But, that was not his way. He was a force of nature and the only real way I could honor him was by doing the same. Just doing it and living it. He still lives, in my heart!
