Just spend several hours sorting through a box of papers of my dad. He was killed in an airplane crash in 1945 when I was just a young girl. I reread reports of his accident, awards he had received from working in Boy Scouts and other organizations and wond-ered again about his personality. He has been gone from my life for sixty-three long years now. But I do hope he has been able to see my life and its development somehow so when we met again we can converse about what we have both learned. My mom is now with him, this I know. They were separated for 61 years but time is really relative. When you are in it, sometimes it seems slow and other times it races by. I'm sure when we reach the eternities and look back at this time we had on earth it will be just a few moments in our entire lives.