It's hard to believe that one year ago this past weekend we lost my Dad in an airplane accident. For 12 months we have made arrangements to fly in an airplane and have his ashes spread over a beautiful mountain side in East Tennessee (Roan Mountain). For as long as my brother and I can remember... this was his request. After numerous attempts at planning this... and because the weather would never co-operate, we decided to spread his ashes by foot and it was even more special because all of our family; his family, was able to be there and participate as well. It's been a hard 12 months, and while we are still closing some opened doors (That's a whole different post.. but one that I plan to share in the hopefully near future...) related to his death....we are inching closer to some closure.