Sleep tight

It's been a melancholy sort of day. I got up this morning and my very first waking thought was of you. It actually surprised me a little. It's been quite a while since that's happened to me. I suppose it's only appropriate that as the day ends my last thought is also of of you. It's been exactly two years today and sometimes I still don't want to admit you're gone.

As I write this I am listening to "Come Back To Sorrento" playing in the background. You would have been pleased with the way Rocco sung it at your funeral. I know it was one of your favorites. Listening to it now I can't help but cry a little. They are tears of sadness because I miss you so much but oddly enough they're also tears of happiness, because I miss you so much. Thanks again for everything. Good night dad.

Love always,
Tom

Happy New Year!

After spending last night (and much of the morning) at an authentic tango club in Buenos Aires, here I am relaxing with my friends in their back yard.

They taught me a common motion they use along with the phrase "¿que haces fierita?" It supposedly is sort of an equivalent to "what up?" But with these guys you can never be certain. It's possible, but then again I could be saying something I would not care for my mother to hear.