This Blog is in honor of Pancreatic Cancer Awareness month and dedicated to my Uncle Hugh Sheridan, gone much too soon. It was a purple ribbon. Just a purple ribbon. But I put it religiously on every coat I wore, taking care to make sure the ribbon ...

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place: and in the sky The larks still bravely singing fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead: Short days ago, We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and ...