Wednesday, February 16, 2011


I called my dad a professional worrier. Many in his family are also professional worriers. I sort of inherited this talent - I don't think quite to the same extent though. Or at least over time I believe I have become less professional in my worry. Nevertheless, daddy worried that I worried too much and a few months ago wrote me an email that said: "I know that telling you not worry is like telling a bear not to shit in the woods."

Words of wisdom.

Thanks for the eloquence, dad.


I suppose as more memories come, I will post them, but for now I wanted to post a link to my other blog, where I wrote out the eulogy I gave for my dad who passed away on January 22nd.

Here it is: