I have been in touch with our local space Discovery Center for several months, discussing making a donation. Over the years, my dad accumulated hundreds of textbooks and military documents about space. After bringing the Discovery Center a couple of boxes of items and talking with the young woman about what I still had, I gathered up everything else I could find. Today I brought them 8 boxes of books, some framed photos, nostalgic bags, posters, and other odds and ends. The young woman was just as appreciative as she was the first time we met. She was shocked at the amount of books and said that this donation was even more than they received from the Denver library. And to think that my dad probably read each one of them. The experience was bittersweet. I felt like I was making progress and sharing my Dad’s legacy with those who will truly appreciate it. At the same time, the empty spaces seemed quite stark, reminding me of the empty space my dad has left. After meeting with the woman, I spent some time looking around the Discovery Center. I saw a presentation and pictured my dad the teacher lecturing his classes on similar topics. It was a day of remembrance.

I Found God today remembering my dad.