Thanks to the many people who sent condolences on my father’s death. Kathy and I traveled Monday to Indiana to attend his funeral on Thurday. I visited cousins I hadn’t seen in years. My oldest, estranged son Geoffrey appeared after a twenty year absence. My parent’s home housed what became a raucous wake, and toasts with a fine sc0tch re-bonded us in ways we had forgotten we were capable. We repaired damage from an ice storm. We found the many ways we agree with each other and saw some of our disagreements shrink to the miniscule. It became celebration, as it should have done. Dad lived a good life. Anything less than such a celebration would have dishonored him.

–stan