Without my family, I couldn’t say, “It Is Well With My Soul”

I have a one more of these columns to write before I’m done and I doubt I write a column for a while. One year ago on Feb. 3, my father died. He was a brilliant man who got a little senile during the last year or two of his life. He was 95 when he died. He taught me a lot; one of the most of which was tolerance. As dementia set in on him during the final years of his life, he had a lot of the…