A friend and work colleague of my dad recently passed away after a long battle of cancer. He was a name I heard often while growing up as my dad would come home and regale us with something that the man had said or did. So, even though I had not seen or heard about the man in many, many years, I read through his obituary with a certain measure of nostalgia and sadness for his family. Then, one line of the obituary jumped out at me: “Several great nieces and nephews along with farm dog and companion Otis also survive.”
From Creek to River 