July 2008 Archives

I went to a memorial service yesterday for a close friend's father.  It was one of the most touching services I've ever attended, held in a tent in my friend's garden at his home.  About 100 people came; music was played, stories were told, tears were shed.  It got me thinking about my own Dad, who passed 23 years ago next month.  He taught me many things, but primarily his love of the sky.  I...