People here still remember my parents. I know because they still ask about them. They may not have lived here long, but they were adored by those they served.
Well, technically, only my father, the Rev. Charles P. McDonald Jr., “served” the church. For nearly two years in 2005-2007 he was interim pastor for First United Methodist Church here in Las Vegas. But my mother, Lois Lee King McDonald, also served — brightening up the congregation with her inextinguishable optimism and belief, always, in the goodness of everyone she met.