Wow how time fly's bye. It's been a week already since the funeral. I love the memories of him that are with me constantly. I don't like the feelings like today when I actually grabbed my phone to give him a call to tell him something before I realized that I couldn't do that on the phone. I just talked to him instead. I feel him sometimes around me. I don't know if that makes sense to people or not. Maybe it's just my psyche.

Here's the first memory that I will share about him. I am not sure where we were but we were camping. I was quite young and he took Wade and I fishing. I was on the shore and saw a bunch of little baby fish swimming around and a bigger fish that was there too. I called my dad over to me and he told me it was a school of fish. I thought that was pretty cool that fish had school too and they even had a teacher in the bigger fish. I told him that and he just chuckled at that. He had a great laugh.

I hope someone leaves a note on here sometime. I see that I have two people following the blog now. That's cool. Hi

Funeral

Hello all. I wanted to start this blog as a way for me and my family to get to know more about my dad and the Great Harris Clan that we are. It was very apparent at my father's funeral that there are a lot of wonderful people that I don't know very well but would love to know and know more about.

There are stories that need to be shared and passed along for posterity. I will be working on this and would love everyone's help on making this blog successful. Please pass the information on to parents and grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins....you get the point.

I would love for pictures and stories to be posted on here so that people can see where they came from. I think far too much history has been bottled up. It needs to be shared.