Each year my family packs up their bags and heads to Cape Cod for a few weeks. It is an incredible getaway from “normal” life and a time to be a family. The running family joke is that my dad was always working on a project. In McKinney, he was determined to paint the house. The problem was it took him several years to work his way all the way around the house, and when he got there it was time to start again. When he came to the Cape it did not change. We would be on the beach or shopping at the Christmas Tree Store and my dad would be sweating away on a project back at the boat house. I have a feeling that running joke (or responsibility) just got passed to me. The last project he was working on was a slate porch. He was raising the level and fixing it stone by stone. Today Stephen, Brad and I started to finish this last project of his in memory of him. Through tears I dropped the last stone in place and turned to look at the ocean. My dad would be proud. There is still a little work to finish the project, but all the stones are laid and in place. It is much like his life and passing. As we read comments from students, friends, and family we realize there were so many building stones to this man. He was constantly making a legacy for us to follow in, and he was doing it stone by stone. My father was a great geologist, and rocks were his life. He has polished, molded, cared for and chipped at us all our lives to turn us all into better people. He did not limit this to family, I can feel it in the words you all write. The world was a better place because my father was here. Tomorrow we will finish the porch, but for now i stand in awe of the stones he laid before me. It was his stone laying that not just built the porch, it also built our family. It was his stone laying that will be the foundation for my future. I miss my Dad, but I hold on to the stone path before me, because I know that path leads me closer to God.