David has returned from St. Andrew's Scotland full of stories, many of which he wrote and shared with us. Tony was down in the dumps since he has done nothing but move furniture for the past three days. The sweet of the bittersweet is the boys are back under our roof again and dinner was around our new table.
The bitter is Sunday. We will climb in the car and head to Charleston to spread the last of Joe's ashes. Many of his friends will be there and we will spread them, per Joe's request, at dawn at the Battery. Once again these McCallie Men have stepped up to the plate and given of themselves even when it was not convenient. That is the sweet of bittersweet.
So I will cook Joe's favorite meal Sunday night, which happens to be spaghetti, at Josh's house. And we will remember Joe.
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