when the sun sleeps
Today I emailed someone from dad's graduating class to see if they happen to know the true name of one of his best friends from high school. I watched a dvd grandpa Fencl sent to me of all of us up at Yosemite, him playing guitar, and then his service in Idaho.
It is probably the best gift he could have ever given us. Every time I watch it I completely lose it but for a few brief moments I'm back to being seventeen and when I need advice he is right there.
