This is my father. I just returned from Idaho, where I attended his funeral. This just leaves such a hole in my heart and in my life. But it was a good thing for him. He was 88 years old and he died doing what he loved, tending the water in the irrigation canal. I will miss him in my life more than I can express. But he had a firm belief in the ministry of angels and that many of these angels are family members who have gone ahead of us. To the extent that he is able and allowed, I know he will work to influence my circumstances and bring me comfort. I am thankful to be his daughter. He was proud of me...for many reasons...I'll be back to post, just not immediately.
BTW, I treasure this photo and want to give credit to my daughter-in-law, Kate Mower. She is very talented.