#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller


Back in the Saddle Again

I know I said I wouldn’t run on about my dad’s passing away, but I lied. There’s more I want to say.

The celebration was of Dad’s life was held at the home he shared with my stepmother, Edith, in Grand Coulee, Washington. We gathered in the place he loved–his yard, in the midst of his lovely flowers. The crowd was big, and there were military honors, since my dad served in the United States Marine Corps, and was among the forces invading Iwo Jima. My cousin, J.D., sang and played his guitar–I know Dad loved that, as we did. Cousins Becky and Barb attended, too–Becky traveling all the way from Oklahoma. Niece Kelly Lael came from Washington, D.C.

I have felt the outpouring of your love and support, and I appreciate it so much.

Thank you.

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