Funereal note

I don't often post much personal information on this blog, but then again I don't often wake to find my father dead in his bed. He had been living with my wife, sons, and me since four years ago, when his Alzheimer's disease became too severe for him to keep living alone. We're sad to see him go, but we give thanks that he is now at rest.

My father, H.G. Stanley, was a veteran of the Manhattan Project in Oak Ridge, Tennessee, where he helped build the first atomic bomb and win the war against Japan. Today it's probably not politically correct to mention such things, but I give thanks for him and all those (including my late mother), who served our native land with distinction during World War 2.

I look forward with hope and anticipation to that time when we may join him and all the saints of God in the great day of resurrection. In the mean time, we mourn. I hope to be back with you again here soon.