The Best Is Yet to Come

Later life included travel with family, winters near the California coast, cruises through the Panama Canal and to Alaska and Mexico, and memories of the trips my own parents had made possible. I remembered seeing citrus on trees in Phoenix, Lake Louise, Niagara Falls, New York, and my first sight of the Atlantic. Each journey enlarged the family story.^[1]

My father's investment in 480 acres outside Denver eventually benefited all six children. He had bought land so he could keep horses and hold onto part of the cowboy life, but the city's growth changed its value. I tried more than once to duplicate that kind of investment without equal success. The lesson was not that every risk wins. It was to remain alert, learn economics, save, invest, and understand opportunity.^[2]

At the end of the recording, my gratitude returned to Judy, our parents, our brothers and sisters, our children, and our grandchildren. Faith gave Judy and me confidence that love was not limited to the years we could see. My prayer was that our family would do useful work, care for one another, and one day look back with the same peace and satisfaction. That the best is yet to come remains my hope for you.^[3]