Welcome. My name is Dale C. Prohaska, Jr. I would like to be “light-hearted” in what I’m going to say today but emotions are high so I’ll ask for your forgiveness and patience if I must pause every once in a while. I want you to know how much our family appreciates your coming today to think about Dale then comfort and celebrate with his family.  Dale would want this to be a time of celebration with lots of chatter, visiting with friends, and especially sharing … good desserts.  I suspect Dad’s spirit is floating around here in the room greeting everyone. So if you ladies feel a “peck on the cheek”, that’s him. You men will feel his handshake as you hold your hand out. Give it a try. Some of you might feel a quick kick in the pants, if so; you probably deserve it for one reason or another. You may have noticed Dale liked to paint with watercolors. You passed examples of his painting coming into the sanctuary. So Dad, while you’re floating around the room, if heaven is as good as Pastor Perry describes, I know it has an endless supply of watercolor supplies plus endless views and you have an eternity to paint them all. Just as an aside, Pastor Perry, while I was doing a fifty mile bicycle ride last June in rural Kentucky I passed the same road several times … the name of the road was, “Highway to Heaven”. I finally broke down and rode the “Highway to Heaven” wanting to know what was at the end of the road. I was surprised because I passed GOATS along the way not SHEEP and then there was a “double-wide” manufactured home at the end of the road. Apparently what you have been describing is the California version of Heaven not the Kentucky version.  I’ve heard a lot of new stories this week about my Dad. I learned that 64 years ago I was an accident while my parents were attending college. My sister Sandy came 3-1/2 years later and she was an accident too. All this time, I thought my sister Dorana was the ONLY accident. Anyway, for 64 years I’ve been pondering the “meaning of life”, especially after retiring from an Oregon community college. Our culture likes to give titles to everything and everyone. So Dad was a son to Mary and Joe, high school graduate of Battleground High School, a brother to four brothers and a sister, a United States Navy veteran on a destroyer escort during World War II,  a husband for 67 years, a college graduate from Washington State University, a father to three children, a salesman, he used his nutrition degree to formulate animal feed; he was a Gideon, a business owner, a landlord, a member of Temple Baptist Church, a grandfather to six grandchildren, a Lodi Lake Docent, a volunteer to the Lodi Community Concerts, a great-grandfather to three great-grandchildren, resident of Lodi for 48 years, an artist and friend to many of you. However, if you’ve known my Dad for even an hour or two you know there is one title he made sure you knew … Christian. I would add, I think he is the bravest man I know. A few weeks ago I discovered a new Aaron Copeland composition titled “Grover’s Corners” (at least this was new to me … it was actually composed in 1940). You will hear it when we view the photo tribute in a few moments. It reminded me of my Father because it has a simple 5 note theme, developed then repeated several times in the composition. For the last six weeks you’ve heard Pastor Perry speak each Sunday with a repeating – simple - theme, “the Christian is to begin each day with the same question”, “How can I bring glory to God today?”, …“How – can – I – bring – glory - to – God - today?”  I believe this has been Dad’s simple theme, developed theme then a repeat,… each day just like Copeland’s “Grover’s Corners”. I mentioned Dad was brave. I heard Dad pray at breakfast each morning for the last four months. Where most of us, including me, would pray for deliverance from the difficulties of the day, Dad would always “THANK God for the challenges of the day”, once again, he would “THANK God for the challenges of the day”. I think that’s BRAVE. This last Sunday, Pastor Perry surprised us all by telling us we should ask God for MORE in our prayers because God’s powers are unlimited. To me, thanking God for “challenges” IS asking God for MORE. Perhaps it takes a mature Christian like Dad to be this brave. We will all miss Dale but we want this day to be one of celebration and joy, just imagine him enjoying this day with us.