Finding Faulkner: Mash-Up | Happy Birthday Dad

It started, as good quests always do, with a family tale.

My dad would have been 82 today.

He left us far too young.

He still had "miles to go", but cancer robbed him.

As a tribute to his life, and the catalyst for Finding Faulkner, I'd like to share a photoblog of his life with you. I'm not quite ready to honor him with words - his loss is still painful although it's been 9 years - but the photos make me smile .....

I will leave you with his favorite poem:

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

~Robert Frost

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