I've been putting off this post. Chris's father passed away last Friday. It didn't seem right to skip that fact, but I wasn't ready to write about it either. Today was the funeral. It's a rainy day in Southern California and the cemetery wouldn't allow a graveside service, but there was a memorial at the funeral home. It was as nice as a funeral can be. Chris gave a speech, and it broke my heart to hear him talking about his father. So, here's to the man who taught my husband how to be a good husband and someday a good father.