After my dad’s memorial service 13 years ago, we all gathered at my nephew’s house in Jacksonville, Florida, and over banana splits made a long list of “Carl Nill-isms”—characteristics and peculiarities that defined him. You can be sure we laughed a lot that night. It was a fitting farewell to our patriarch.
This picture reminds me to add one more. It was not uncommon to see him in his business clothes “washing” his car with a restaurant paper napkin that he couldn’t bear to waste.
I’m glad we don’t have to limit our parental honor and remembrances to two days a year. But I also don’t want to miss the chance to express appreciation for my dad, even if he isn’t around to hear it.