|Les Neves, my step-dad|
|A subset of our family, 1972|
|Glen Tarbet and my step-mom of 15 years, Ann.|
|We've never actually all been in the same place at the same|
time, but 17 people gratefully call Glen Tarbet "Dad"
|My dad and two of his grandsons on his 80th birthday.|
Our family is a great, complicated tapestry, a myriad of colors and textures, light and dark, worn and frayed and plush and new. But, woven through it all is the golden thread of my father's faith, his commitment to God and family, and his surety that the bonds forged here on earth will extend through the eternities. We are so varied and far flung not all his progeny share his religion but all are grateful and know themselves blessed that he lives it.
Thanks, Dads. You will always be my heroes.
|The poem I wrote upon the death of my step-father in 1995.|