It has been almost a decade since my father died but his memory lives on in my heart and with all who knew him. I can still hear his laughter whenever I think about him. Infectious is the only way to describe it. He found humor where others did not. He would repeat aloud the thought that he found funny to himself and for the benefit of those in his vicinity. As he worked himself into a frenzy of laughter, those around him were drawn in and soon infected as well. What a tremendous gift. As I age, I wonder what my children will remember about me when I am gone. I can only hope it will bring the same joy to them as thinking of my father brings to me.