Leaving a Legacy

In the morning, the day before Father’s Day, I stood beneath a crystal blue Idaho sky to say goodbye to a family friend.

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His name was Bill, and he had lived a full life of eighty-eight years. There were about fifty family and friends assembled on a well-tended lawn peppered with granite markers of various shapes and sizes, some protruding from the ground and others flush with the earth, if not hidden by the summer grass.

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