Another year has gone by since the loss of Frank Sigurdson. I miss him as much now as ever, and know that others do too. However, the lessons we learned about family and integrity and pride will stay with all of us and illuminate our own paths. All the best to everyone who is thinking about Frank today.

And here is what my brother, Norman, wrote about Dad today:

It’s three years ago today that my Dad, Frank Sigurdson, died. I can’t believe it’s been that long. I feel like I was talking to him just the other day. Maybe I was.

Here are two of my favourite pictures of him. In the first one he is a young buck with an Elvis do, and in the second he is at his cousin’s house in Akureyri, Iceland on a trip he took the year before he died.

He lived a lot of life in between those two pictures. I am grateful that I got to live so much of it with him. I know that my Mom, my sister and my brothers, their spouses, and all of the nieces and nephews that Dad loved so much are missing him today as much as I am.

The two pictures are these: