Julia: I thought I knew your father, but I was mistaken.
Your tribute is the most touching and revealing life commemoration that I've ever seen. And, as I sat here reading each sentence, I felt Milt (my "second Father") beside me, simultaneously reading your words. He was beaming, by the way. I felt his pride and approval that you are a part of his amazing legacy. I also sensed his respect at how wonderfully you and your sister tended to him during his final days. If only all fathers could be gifted with such offspring…it would undoubtedly be a more compassionate world! I believe Milt will always remain on the Hunt farm…in the trees, the deer, and the grass…smiling upon you whenever you drive up that road for another visit.