Generous listening

Dad and me in 1949:






















My father died in the morning on St. Patrick's Day in 2003 at age 89. Hard to believe that 9 years have passed. Today I was looking at the autobiography that he completed in 2001 and wrote for his only grandchild, my nephew Lee. I am grateful that my first and last communications with my father were positive. All that remains of my father is love.















A friend forwarded this via email:


































(photo by am, taken late in the day yesterday, looking to the southeast from my porch)