Father's Day ... a particularly difficult day to think about. It opens up too many wounds that have yet to begin to heal. With my father passing six weeks before my husband, I have barely acknowledged his absence. I love this photo of my husband with That Baby, as he always called her. It captures the continuum (a continuous sequence in which adjacent elements are not perceptibly different from each other, although the extremes are quite distinct) of life. Two months after her birth, he was diagnosed terminal. This is a picture of a man conforming his heart to The Will of God. Thank you, Lord God, for families and fathers and life.