Joanne's dad passed away last week at the venerable age of 93.

Putting aside that he was the father I never had, it was not about me.

Joanne's sister Ginny came in from Colorado to share the grief and help out in the untangling of a life's possessions and related arrangements. The sisters were never more in harmony and that was a very good thing.

We made a number of trips to his apartment and during the last I found a solitary little marble tucked away in a nook. I imagined he carried it through his life, during World War II in the Army Air Corp, young married life in an original Levitt house down to his end.

I took the treasured (I can only dream) and gave it to his great grandson Jackson as our most treasured heirloom.

Dream!