When I went back to Denver to to get my mom Wayne stayed behind. Physically. But as he is most days, he was never far from my thoughts. Except the thoughts I had of him while I was there were a little bit different. Mostly because I was remembering our earliest years together. Heck, our earliest days. The ones when we very first fell in love. And most of them were sparked when I passed places where we’d shared time together. Tamarac Square There used to be a movie theater inside, and I want to say there still might be … Continue reading →