My dad passed away on Tuesday. I was blessed to be able to spend the last week of his life at his bedside at my sister's house in Dallas. He was 83 and his health had been deteriorating for the last year. In the end it was cancer that took him. This photo was taken last January when I was visiting him in Southern California. We'd gone down to Newport Beach for an evening picnic. I'll always have such wonderful memories…his pipe tobacco, all the baseball games, him teaching us to body surf, his silly jokes and puns, and his love of numbers (which I inherited)…just to name a few!