Sometimes things just sneak up on you. Preparing to move, we’re sorting through nearly 25 photo albums, culling, sorting, and scanning. In a pouch, I find my dad’s photos from World War II that he sent home to Mom. Then, in an old, old book, I find a clipping that I’ve never seen before. What triggered my gratitude wasn’t the photos and clippings, though, it was the sentiment expressed by others about my dad. I knew he was a pretty good guy. It’s nice to know others thought so, too. Grateful I had him in my life for so long.