David Dodican Porter would have been 83

yesterday. We who are his family, his friends, his students, his colleagues have not forgotten him in the months since his death in November. He changes us still with his presence. His voice is still yet he still speaks to us. As I think about him and remember him, my father, my own life comes into perspective as a man, a father, a son. So much of my own life, which is framed in relationship to him. And we celebrated his life with joy. We miss him. And yet he is with us.