When my own father died, I imagined that scene from "Field of Dreams" when the players step out of the cornfield and on to the baseball field... the thought of passing through one life and into another was a comfort to me. I hope that reading all the words of rememberance and gratitude on this thread will bring you similar comfort. Your dad was obviously a man who touched many lives and as the saying goes "It's not what you take with you that matters, but what you leave behind". God bless you and your family.