Alexander N. Kretsedemas

Where has all the time gone? Just yesterday I was hanging out with the Kretsedemas family. Alex was alive and well and Enid was intimidating as only a protective mother knew how. Liz and I were very close, as puppy love would soon blossom. As time passed Alex seemed to accept me as a member of the family. From the start he was synonymous with all things - thoughts and such that one would hope to find within oneself. Unfortunately I never had the chance to say goodbye. It is so hard to...