Sunday, December 6, 2015
Today it's been seven years since Ivaan's death, and before I head to the cemetery to cover his grave with evergreen boughs and tuck him in for the winter, I thought I'd share a photo of him lounging on the pool deck at a hotel in Havana, shortly after a hurricane. The wind hadn't completely died down, but he was determined to enjoy every ray of sun available to him.
This was the last time I let Ivaan choose a vacation destination. That's all I have to say on the subject.
Miss you lots, Ivaan. And I bet you miss me too.