Another year gone by.

Well, tomorrow marks another year that has gone by since the passing of my father, Frank Sigurdson. For the first couple of years, it still felt unreal not to have him around -- especially on the important family occasions he so loved. But as time goes on, his absence has become normal and we are left with still-strong memories and with some beautiful lessons to help guide us.

As always, Dad missed a lot this year. Retirements, births, weddings, new jobs, new homes -- all the things that happen in the life of a large, extended family. We think of him often, at these special times, to be sure. But we also still think of him when something small kindly reminds us of him or when we feel down or lost, and we wish we could just talk to him one more time.

My father had a full and rewarding life, professionally and personally. His legacy resides in the many lives he touched as a teacher and as a progressive school administrator, one who did all he could to make a difference for inner city youth. As well, he lives on through the family he nurtured and supported. We are still sustained by the love he showed for my mother, his children and our families, and for all of his relatives -- far-flung or closer to home.

Six years after Dad's passing, we are blessed with the fact that Mom is thriving -- enjoying remarkable health and getting wiser by the day. She is surrounded with friendship and love, and she means so much to us all. Indeed, Mom has been the fulcrum of our family for these years. Dad would be so happy to know how she is flourishing and how well all of his family is doing.

Mom and my daughter, Charlotte, went through some old photos this past while, and here is a sample of ones with Dad. It makes my heart surge to see them. I hope you enjoy them, too.