Dear Marcus is my way of connecting and reminiscing with my husband who has been gone now for 23 years. And at the same time, share with my son his own origin story before the distant details elude me. In the weeks leading up to our son's wedding, memories and emotions were getting the best of me. Real and raw expression has never been my strong suit. But, I love to write. These are the remembrances of how my son came to be, shared with the only one who could possibly understand the love and pride I feel for my son. His father.