Monday, February 12, I got the phone call everyone dreads. My father, aged 81, had passed away in his sleep that morning. What I’ve learned since my father’s passing was the incredible impact he had on everyone he encountered. I knew him as a generous, kind, compassionate and loving man. What I failed to realize was how far his well-lived life managed to reach. In the week since his passing, the stories continue to come in. What particularly intrigues me is the impact he had on my childhood friends. People who remember his impact decades later; enough to want to pay their respects and share their memories. It’s been nothing short of amazing. This episode is my feeble attempt to convey what I believe to be the secret to legacy. Every little action we take individually is just that. Little. However, as they accumulate over the course of our lives, they compound. As they do, their impact grows exponentially. Take any single day from my dad’s life, and you’ll see ordinary. The accumulation of those days, however, is nothing short of extraordinary. I invite you to join me as I honor my dad.