Almost every time I met your dad, I always came away with a nugget wisdom that I would commit to memory and want to write down. He was a deep well of wisdom with unique insight. My last conversation with him was Wednesday afternoon. We were in the CRICS parking lot, and he was talking about his big trip this summer in which he and your precious mom saw so many family and friends. He said that although he was tired, his heart was full. Personally, one of my favorite pictures of your dad was when my son Levi left my neck and stretched his hands out to your dad to be held by him. He never does that.  But he did with your dad.