Today is the 20th anniversary of my father's death.
Although he was in bad health (cancer), it was sudden & unexpected.
That night, I sat on the floor in my motel room watching the news.
The first thing I saw, & the only thing I remember, was the image of the firefighters bringing Baby Jessica out of that well.
Even in my stunned state (although I really didn't care how things worked at the time, I just wanted my Daddy back), I recognized how simple & how apt it was, death claiming the old & life claiming the new.
In memory of my father, I'd like to ask this:
Remember your lost ones today, & take extra care of the ones you've been given.