The word ‘blessed’ doesn’t generally sit well with me, but it is exactly right to describe how I felt at the chance to celebrate Frank Reaves’s memory and mourn his death.  We enjoyed a beautiful, uplifting service, and most importantly got to visit the whole clan before we take off for afar. 

I’ll never live up to Frank’s example… in a whole lot of dimensions he was an outstanding guy. Doesn’t matter, though: he gifted me in every single interaction we ever had the belief that it’s worth it live well and be my own example.