These are a few of the many many Christmas ornaments my dad made through the years. This will be the first Christmas of my entire life I have not spent with him. I am thankful to have so many beautiful remembrances. They bring me lots of joy. Joy looking at all the intricate details he patiently crafted, joy in all the time he had here with us, joy that he was a good father, and joy that I will one day see him again. The last picture is one I took the last month of his life, holding his hand, the hand that made these beautiful treasures.