Dad's Last Night in Town

Tomorrow morning, on the first anniversary of my father's death, my spouse and I are meeting my sister and her partner in Boothbay Harbor, Maine to scatter the third of his ashes I brought back with me after his funeral. It's time to let go. I'm ready, and I'm not ready.

Mark Daniel Woodward

August 31, 1949 - April 16, 2007

He was a lousy father, apparently an iffy husband, but a very likable man. He could make buddies anywhere and strike up a conversation with anyone. He always had an entertaining story or joke to share. He was unafraid to try anything. Dad was larger than life, and so is his absence.