In March of 2011 my brother-in-law, Paul, was diagnosed with ALS. He was one of four boys in my husband Pete’s family. Everyone who knew him— family, friends, acquaintances, and strangers—were devastated by the shocking news. He was the most gregarious, generous, loving (and more) man to be around. He was one of those guys who “lit up the room” just by walking in.
I pride myself on being a quick thinker. A “quick to-react-or”. A motivator. An always-in-motion gal. So when the coronavirus crippled us, I looked for ways to let the light shine in. Amongst the many strategic efforts I made during this pandemic, the one that will last a very long time is our Thursday Zoom happy hour.
