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Get to know the people and plans behind Encapsulate. Read our stories & learn more about why we are passionate about storytelling & memories.  

Twenty years from now | A letter from one of our co-founders


May 20, 2037

Dear Andrew,

It is hard to believe that you will graduate from college tomorrow. It seems like just yesterday we were suddenly at Hillcrest Hospital for your arrival. The last 22 years have brought great joy and we are so proud of the young man that you have become.

Over all these years, we have captured moments for you in your Encapsulate Story Space. You know that we received the Encapsulate photo book every year on your birthday and these books will always be on our shelves at home. Your Story Space is much more than photo books, though; it is a digital account where we have captured countless stories for you. Upon your graduation, it is a gift from us to you. Go to: www.andrewgill.encapsulate.com. The password is: lebron2016.

In addition to the many great photos you can view, you can read, watch, and listen to things that we wrote and recorded for you.

  • You can listen to Mom talk about her parents, your Grandpa Jerry and Grandma Carol, and the wonderful people they were. You never met them but please know that part of them is in you!

  • You can listen to Uncle John talk about your baptism and how he felt when we asked him to be your godfather.

  • You can even read a letter from Dad that he wrote for you on his first Father’s Day (which also happened to be the night LeBron James and the Cavaliers won the NBA title and ended Cleveland’s championship drought).

  • There is even a story from Mr. Smith about a little league game you pitched in and the attributes he saw in you at the age of 9.

  • You will see photos of ticket stubs from games we attended. Restaurant receipts from great meals we enjoyed together. Photos of plane ticket from trips we will never forget.

  • And you will hear recordings from both Mom and Dad on each birthday of your life. We want you to know about those years and we are so glad that because of Encapsulate, you will always be able to listen to our voices. We did this because we love you and because we would give just about anything to be able to go back and hear the voices of our parents and grandparents. Here, they are preserved forever.

  • There are many, many pictures of your cousins, the teams you played on, and even a few awkward photos from high school dances. There is also a family tree portion that you can click on and listen to stories about your great-grandparents and other family members long-since passed. We would especially recommend listening to Aunt Mary Jo talking about Papa’s Dad (and Dad’s Grandpa). They’re classics and we are so glad that you can hear them told by her rather than second-hand from us!

This is an account that we hope you visit many times - when life is going great and maybe especially when you’ve gotten knocked down. We hope that you will someday share it with your children and grandchildren. These are your stories as much as they are ours and what a great joy it is to pass them along. This Story Space is now yours. Enjoy!


Mom & Dad

Community Event : Ice Cream Social 

August 25th, 2016 will forever be remembered by two Encapsulate families as the date their child experienced his/her first taste of ice cream. This momentous event took place at Mason’s Creamery as part of Encapsulate’s first Community Event. It’s safe to say that Andrew and Maggie enjoyed that first taste and they’ll be back for more! Our slightly more experienced ice cream eaters, Jimmy, Ava, and Tess also seemed quite happy with the opportunity to eat ice cream before dinner.

As we launch our business, we are trying to be very intentional about everything we do. We chose Mason’s because we admire the people there. Mason’s is a local single shop that provides its customers with exceptionally delicious and unique ice cream, sorbet, and other treats. Its owners and employees are incredibly personable and their pride for the neighborhood, their shop, and their work is evident.

Our photographer for this event was our good friend, Molly Hayes Vaughan. Molly has a joyful energy that brings out the best in people and she is also a very talented and soulful photographer.

It is our hope that the memories that were made at Mason’s and captured by Molly will be cherished by our families. We appreciate that Encapsulate families are busy and so we want to provide family-friendly and easy experiences. Getting professional photography out of the deal is a pretty nice bonus too!

We are in the process of planning our Fall event and then we’ll get something scheduled for November/early December. To be included in the fun, please register today to become an Encapsulate member.



Co-founder Keith (left) and his brother Dan.

Co-founder Keith (left) and his brother Dan.


At the risk of being accused of living in the “Glory Days” I have consented to writing a post about my experience as a member of Cleveland’s storied Saint Ignatius Wildcats Football program. It’s coincidental that I was asked to write this post today given that I live 20 or so blocks from the school and a morning run today drew me to the campus where I ran sprints - just a bit slower than I did 20+ years ago...and I can tell you that the field is much nicer than it was back then!

The person I most often reminisce with about our football glory days is my brother, Dan, who was promoted to the varsity team during his sophomore season, which was my senior season. The picture of the two of us that accompanies this post was taken after my last game and is a memento that I treasure. It reminds me of the time, before he was promoted to varsity (a rare honor for a Saint Ignatius sophomore), when Dan joyfully ran onto the field with a few other fans to hug me and congratulate me on a big victory. It also reminds me of the time he and I were playing one-on-one in the backyard when we were 11 and 9 years old and our Dad, the all-time quarterback, threw a pass that led Dan - mostly his nose - into our above ground pool.

My Dad was my first coach and I was fortunate to have many other great coaches throughout my life. In high school, I had the honor of being coached by the legendary Chuck Kyle, my track coach Dan Corrigan, our strength and conditioning coach Marty Eynon, offensive coordinator Nick Restifo, and my position coaches Kevin Cook and Jack Corrigan. It was not until many years after my playing days were over that I understood the sacrifices that these men made to empower us to win games and to help us develop as athletes, football players, and young men.

In addition to reminiscing about coaches, I reflect on the incredibly talented and dedicated teammates that I had. Among the most talented and dedicated was Eric Haddad, who was a classmate of mine in both grade school and high school. Eric was one of the area’s top athletes from fifth grade when I first met him through our senior year in high school. What strikes me most about him to this day, though, is that he was always my best teammate. He often called me “Special K” and went out of his way to compliment me and help me appreciate my unique abilities.

Another teammate I admired was Ryan Biehl, who was the leader of the “scout team” during my junior year.  Ryan understood that it was his role as a scout team member to prepare the starters for the coming week’s opponent. As an undersized and not terribly fast running back he did his job by courageously and repeatedly running into the teeth of a defense that featured young men who were destined to play on Saturday afternoons at schools such as Ohio State, Penn State, Cincinnati, Air Force, and Holy Cross. He did this day after day knowing that he was unlikely to see the field on Saturday night. He did this knowing that his name would never be in the paper on Sunday morning.

Through my coaches and teammates I learned an awful lot about setting goals, working hard to achieve them, recognizing and developing the talents that others possess, and celebrating your own success and the successes others achieve. I also learned about working joyfully and purposefully and about appreciating those who have inspired you and have helped you achieve success. I hope that as my own children participate in activities this school year and beyond (they’ve got a few years before high school) that I can help them reflect on and learn from their experiences and the talented and dedicated people with whom they experience them.


Our Founding Curator {when she was a wee bit younger)

Our Founding Curator
{when she was a wee bit younger)

I grew up Irish Step Dancing  - spending weeknights and weekends practicing, traveling to local and regional competitions throughout the year. The ultimate goal was always to compete in Ireland at the World Championships. When I was 11, that dream first came true. My (maternal/only living) Grandpa had always told me if I ever qualified to compete in Ireland he'd be there to see it. He kept his promise and traveled to Dublin to watch me compete. My Mom, my Uncle Pat (her brother), and one of my brothers were there as well. We traveled around the country before and after my competition day, we toured historic castles, kissed the Blarney stone, laughing while lost in the Irish countryside, but there’s a memory of that week that tops all others. During my competition, my Grandpa sat in the second row of the audience, watched the entire first round reel and at the end proudly turned to another Irish Dance Mom and had decided, “I think Caitlin won.”

A few weeks after we returned to the States my Grandpa passed away. I only know this story about my Grandpa because the woman he told that I had won shared the story with my Mom and me soon after my Grandpa had passed. She may not have recognized the significance of it at the time, and I think she’d be surprised to know I still think about it often. My Grandpa recognized the effort I put into Irish Dance. He was so very proud of what I had achieved. {Although he was a bit impartial}. Knowing that story is a great gift.

These are the moments I want to curate. I want to piece together stories - comments - photos and videos that bring a tear to your eye or make you laugh out loud. When I think about my Grandpa sharing that I had won, I can’t help but laugh a little, but I can’t tell the story without feeling great emotion - surrounded by love - and I’ll treasure it for the rest of my life.