Gentle January 2018: Day 11
I miss. . . . my Dad. Parts of him carry on in my sons. his blue eyes his wicked wit his progressive politics his prodigious intellect his curiosity but not his love for baseball or primitive camping (though they backpacked with him in Olympic National Forest). A fitting motto for him was "Do justice. Love mercy. Walk humbly on the earth." We should all set an example like his.