My father has died. At the church, we consigned his soul to God in accordance with his wishes, as it should be. In my mind and in my heart, I believe the Viking Funeral consigned his true spirit into the hearts of everyone who attended. Dad enjoyed life. He liked nothing better than having a good tale to tell, and it is possible those kids will be telling this tale long after even I am gone.

He was a good dad. He loved my mom. I am the luckiest man alive.