I grew up in a household full of love and joy and creative individuals….a band of merry men….
…..led by the merriest of them all.
My father was the heartbeat of our home.
He knew every single element on the periodic table and every detail of the revolutionary war and could sing every verse of the Battle Hymn of the Republic in a perfect tune he strummed out on his guitar. He was witty and funny and kind and generous and when he talked to you….
…he had the amazing ability to make you feel like you were the only person in the room.
And that you could climb mountains.
Probably backwards…..carrying your brother in a wheelbarrow. Continue reading