I took this photo of Daddy on August 31, 2001, just three days before he died. He woke up very early that morning and said he wanted to go outside. So all of us, in our pjs, get him ready to go outside in his wheelchair. He wanted to see, just one last time, where he’d spent so many of his days as a strong virile man, as the best husband and father he knew how to be. He asked my brother to turn his chair in a complete circle so he could see everything. We stood there in silence while he drank it in one last time. I love this photo. I don’t see the body full of cancer. I see my Daddy at peace, knowing his was a life well-lived.