On August 8th, 1991 my father did something he had never done before: he videotaped our visit. It captured good conversation and sing-alongs with my daughter, who was five at the time. Little did we know when it was videotaped that he would be dead within twelve hours. On this Easter I took the time to watch all three hours. I feel grateful to have this treasure that captures a moment in time, my father’s final hours.
Frank Clayton, the Happy Therapist