A letter to my son. It had been years since the accident, years since we both spoke to each other. Things had been left unsaid and rightly so. Life had taught me lessons that maybe he could have prevented, maybe he could have stopped. What could it possibly say, that would ease the pain of so many years being lost and unspoken.

My thoughts on Jiu Jitsu and Krav Maga. I loaded some photos under the appropriately-named menu item. But once you arrive, you are visually assaulted with a boring, linear string of random pictures.