I was talking to my Dad the other night on the phone. We talk about once a week. I find these conversations invaluable. They ground me in a way. He and his father are heroes of mine in a way that that is somehow daughting and achievable at the same time. They are both remarkable people I am quite proud to be my fathers son. My grandfather is gone, but his memory is very much alive. And my father is older now, but still kicking. When ever I close my eyes and think of them, this is what I see.
And thanks Dad, for giving me a hero to look up to.