This past week I've had a bit of concern for my stepmom, Marilyn, as she hadn't replied to any texts or phone calls, including ones I made this morning. While I was preparing the tailgate today I asked Julie to get a hold of my stepbrother in Boston, who called in a wellness check. Unfortunately, the sheriff's department found her at home, passed away.
Many of you met her as she was at almost every tailgate, both with my father and after his own passing. It's an unexpected bookend for my week, as it started with the joy of my wedding, and ends with the news of Marilyn's loss.
I don't know any of the details, but I know that she struggled much being without my father, and I hope that she's found peace in finding him once again.

Duke born, Duke bred, cooking on a grill so I'm tailgate fed.