One Year Anniversary

My father-in-law passed from this world a year ago. The day after his passing, Prophet or Madman stood as a simple tribute to the man who raised my wife. In many ways, it feels like he never left. But in hundreds of subtle ways -- perhaps thousands or more for Mrs. Brainwise -- his absence is still painfully felt. But that is the way with grief. It is a journey with no end, but the bearing of it comes to be less and less of a burden as we work our ways through it. Carrying what we can, when we can, and asking others to share the burden when appropriate. So on this day, I salute my father-in-law and his life -- he was a good man who walked with honor. Dad, I raise you and your name up for all who have ears to hear:

Frið to you! Frið to your ancestors! And Frið to those you left behind!