Love is as powerful as death.
What a week it has been, filled with beauty so deep that it is hard to find words.
It was a spectacular Saturday in Boston, perfect weather on the day that my son married his best friend.
A wedding is one of life's great celebrations, and so when asked if I cried during the ceremony, I have to say no, I only smiled and smiled.
It was a day of supreme joy.
Afterwards we visited friends in Vermont, and then as we headed back home we learned that John's father passed away.
John's dad has been a wise, kind, and patient patriarch of the family, a role model for all of us. This is a picture of him two years ago, dancing at age 96 with our daughter at her wedding.
Here is a pic from 5 years ago at age 93, working on one of the 200 houses he helped to build with Habitat for Humanity. Ninety eight years is a long time to grace the planet with good will. I am filled with gratitude that this beautiful person was part of my life for nearly half that time.
I flipped the wall calendar's page today, a few days into the month already. The word of the month is "celebrate." Celebrating a marriage is obvious and easy, but you know, celebrating my father-in-law's good life is an equally profound pleasure.
Anything you lose comes around in another form.