Grand Canyon

I remember when my brother first moved to Phoenix. Dad decided to do a long trip out west and drive around sightseeing...Sedona, Grand Canyon, etc. He rented a car and planned out where to stay, took the time for pictures, watching shows, and taking in the beauty God made.

When I picked him up at the airport, he just kept telling me I needed to plan a trip to see it. When Keith and I traveled out here to visit, we kept saying we should, we should. Finally, this year, even before dad's death, we were going to go.

And, we did. In honor of the man who never stopped speaking of the majesty of God's world. It was amazing, breath-taking, and sad. We left an alumni commemorative coin from Notre Dame on a rock ledge where it will remain forever. It said God, Country, Notre Dame and had the dome on the other side. We left it for Diamond. Go with God.