Those little moments of Love without Agenda added up over time
weave together a pattern a Love for others to see: a Legacy.

My Aunt, Sister Carol Ann reminded me of the legacy my dad has given us, when she told me how she saw great love when he threw Cheerios on the ground.
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My Dad is a man of little words and lots of actions of love. His large tudor style home hosts all of our family gatherings, beautiful inside and out, built on a former nursery lot. Well kept, he does all of his home care himself, working as an expression of love for all who enter.

One holiday as the family gathered around the kitchen table for appetizers, drink and pre dinner chat, my Dad, serving click here to read more...