Our Dad, a Naval World War II vet and hero, Father and Grandpop, died last night.
At eighty three, he fulfilled his life's mission with
seven daughters and one son.
A life always filled with spontaneity and unending work.
Looking about, noticing the crowd here at the MLK breakfast,
thinking we have come a long way since 1961.
Back then, moving to Arizona in December, we had to travel
Totally engrossed in life, finding so many things to
do, having challenges to meet, experiencing new things,
for the first time.