My life is not justified—not fully at least. Not yet. If not at 59, will it be at 69, 79?...

  I love to mow. The first summer with my husband, he paid folks to take care of the yard. With...

“What a dad!” That’s what my siblings and I continue to say about our father—his passing hasn’t diminished the impact he has on our lives. Grief can be too encompassing, holding you in and keeping you in its darkness. Or grief can be a celebration of a person’s life, of the legacy they bequeathed you. Here’s a blog about what Dad meant to me. I hope it helps you get to know him, just a bit.