I was at my father in laws grave side yesterday for a little Memorial with the family. What I said was, I remember the day that we put this good man's body in the ground 14 years ago. What I remember the most about that day was how woderful it was to be alive, to be able to look out at the beautiful oak trees, breath the fresh air, enjoy this beautiful light and look out at that beautiful mountain. Our lives are miracles. What lies within us is the greatest potential and the worst aspects of humanity. It is up to each of us to decide which aspect we are going to realize, which aspect we are going to nurture and give life to. It is up to each of us to weed out those aspects of our selves that we find destructive and to build up that aspect of ourselves that is good and decent. Even though Dad had a gruff exterior that he showed to most of the world, he also had a tender side that manifested itself whenever he held any one of his grandkids, and tears of joy would run down his cheeks. We were the fortunate few who were privilaged to know that side of Dad. Hopefully his legacy of human decency will live on in each of us.