Here is a podcast/newspaper column I put together last month in tribute to Franklin David McCully, the father of my son and an individual I am still grieving. I hesitated to post it here. It's personal and it's still a little too raw. But I want the words, his story and the message preserved and protected somehow. I spent a year as a girlfriend, 10 years as his wife and a lifetime as his friend. The world has a big hole in it with him gone in the physical sense, but I see his face in the stars, I hear his voice in my songs and I feel his presence when I'm sad. He didn't like being sad. He didn't like other people being sad either. He loved parties, celebrations, holidays, adventure and fun. He loved old movies, all kinds of music, classic westerns, Andy Griffith and Star Trek. One of my last messages from him when I asked him how he was, said "I'm the handsomest sambitch you know." It still makes me laugh.