Dad’s Memorial

A couple weeks ago I mentioned how I was struggling with what I would say at my dad’s memorial. My mom had a picture of him from the only time he ever went fishing. All the rest were of firewood and firefighting. The firefighters from his old station brought an engine to the memorial, and even though I had a rough time getting through my speech, it was met with many tears and wide acclaim. Just wanted to thank everyone here for the inspiration and solidarity. It went well and I feel a lot better. Dad would have gone nuts if he knew about such a great group of folks “online.”