My parents, my heroes. Dad passed away unexpectedly in the wee morning hours of February 26, and my mind has been flooded with good memories ever since. There are many, but the one I keep coming back to was Christmas, 1999, when Mom and Dad came to visit us in Fort Collins. Dad would get up every morning at 6 am to have coffee and read the paper with me, while everyone else in the house was asleep. Our time would lead to great conversations, a little friendly debate once in awhile, laughter, and always food for thought. Love you forever, Dad ... give Mom a big hug from me.