Monday was a perfect day in Chicagoland. The air was crisp and fresh, and the brilliant sunshine warmed our shoulders. As Blake's coffin was lowered into his Dad's gravesite, we knew that we were burying only his ravaged body, and not the beautiful soul that we knew as Blake.
Now we are weary. We will go to our homes and start to build a new normal since the old normal was shattered six months ago. We are sadder, enriched and perhaps wiser having walked this dark path with Blake & Lisa. Even though he had to walk the last few steps by himself, Blake was surrounded by such love as any man has ever known. We know there was a guiding light for him, because at one point he told us, "Not white light -- -- -- blue!"
(taken from the Caring Bridge website)