RIP to my old babysitter and friend Dwight - who lost his battle with cancer on Jan 1. When I was a little girl (and even a married woman) he always called me Bridgey - always. Always happy and always willing to help those in need - always finding the good in evil and inspiring those who needed to be inspired.
Dwight was an inspiration to lots of people especially those with disabilities. You see Dwight lost his leg in a motorcycle accident when he was young. He was a wild and crazy but fun loving guy. He got his stuff together, opened his own successful business and explored the world - he skied, scuba dived and didn't let his disability define him. He was buried today in a sleepy New England town - RIP Dwight - you have been granted your wings and I'm sure are flying high!