Dear Friends --
My mountain climb took a sharp ascent this morning, a hike too steep for anybody. My dad -- my glorious and good and forever true dad -- died suddenly this morning after a weekend battling pneumonia.
Some of you following along on this site were lucky enough to know Stan well. I know that many of you have a life-changing story about how he loved you well. And how your life was forever touched by his impossibly big heart. I can't wait to hear each and every one of your stories.
But for now, whatever grace or courage I bring to my climb is directly the result of how my dad shaped me to live with a spirit of abundant optimism. And relentless hope.
My dad is my Sherpa now. He's walking side by side, reminding me that in this one life we ought to live each step as fully, bravely, and as beautifully as we can.
Foxy's fighter jets return on Wednesday to add her reinforcements. Just in time.
Onward, upward, and with my dad at my side.
xoxo
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