We returned home to Atlanta today. As I reflect back on the last few days, I am starting to realize what a wonderful impact my father had on so many people. I have had a chance to talk too many of his friends face to face, and in doing so I realize that my father is not gone at all. His memory lives on through the stories my father had told of anything from history to tying of a shoe. They are shared amongst his friends and with me from his friends to cherish.lives on through the stories my father had told of anything from history to tying of a shoe. They are shared amongst his friends and with me from his friends to cherish.