Five years ago today, my dad passed from this life to the next. It was a remarkable day for my family… all ten kids gathered around his bedside at home to read him poetry, sing, pray, and tell stories.

My dad was a man of hope and expectation. As I told some friends once, after witnessing his death, I began to ask myself: how do I need to live in order to be able to die like him?

This morning, I pulled out some memorabilia from the funeral. Alongside his funeral notice and obituary, I found the text of the remembrances that my brothers and sisters shared at the funeral. They are a fitting tribute to one of the heroes of my life.

Thanks, Pops, for everything.