Susan... I lost my Father to a heart attack in 1993. We had spent many years in stubborn opposition to each other, but finally reconciled. After that, he became one of my mentors, and I became used to picking up the phone to get his advice on everything from building a deck, to buying a piece of property, to how to handle a disagreement with my mate. I grew to respect his intelligence and insight, and he grew to respect the way I was living my life. There are times when I am puzzled, or angry or just in need of assurance, that I still want to pick up the phone and call him. Now I call upon the part of him that is within me, and in that way he continues to lend his strength to me.

My condolences to you,Susan, and my hope for you that your Dad will continue to lend you his strength.

LEJ