Yesterday, my father-in-law died. When I awoke this morning and remembered what day it was (because who even knows these days, right?), I realized I had forgotten to write my GTW blog post.

This is not surprising. Yesterday was not a normal day.

My father-in-law was a wonderful man. He and I got along really well. He liked to talk about business, and I have always been an entrepreneur. He loved hearing about my exploits. He once bought me a $5000 industrial sewing machine to both help me and to invest in my handbag business. He read almost all of my books. He was such an avid reader, he accidentally read Twilight, which cracked me up. I’ll never forget seeing that book on my counter with a bookmark in it. “Who’s reading Twilight?” I asked.

“Me,” he said. “It’s kind of a weird book.”

My husband and I could not stop laughing.

I found this picture yesterday of us. We are on a tram together, and I had been telling him all about how bad I was at taking selfies. I’m grinning, because giving Richard a hard time was what everyone did, and he loved it. Which you can tell from the look on his face.

He told me many stories, most about his work as a railroad engineer. He drove trains for some thirty years. I always teased him that he needed to help me with a book about a flying train. He’d always maintain that trains were too heavy to fly. And I’d say, “Not if we attached a blimp!”

Anything to get this man to laugh. His laugh made anyone smile.

Heaven has just become a lot more fun. I will miss him greatly.