Saturday was my father's memorial service.  It was, simply put, beautiful.  My sister, my mother, my brother, my sister-in-law, Steve and my three oldest nieces as well as two people that worked with my father all spoke.  At some point,  I want to write down a bit of what everyone said, because a lot of wonderful things were said.  I think that my father would have been very proud.

As I was going through the pictures from the weekend, I realized that there were a lot of smiles and laughter, even in the middle of a sad occasion.  I think my father would have wanted that way.

Here's a collage of some of the pictures that I took before and after the service.