It wasn’t until I was writing my father’s obituary that I realized how much he’d inspired my last book. I was sitting on our screened-in porch in Blue Ridge, Ga. at a long wooden table with two of my half-siblings, swapping beloved memories of our father while we listened to his favorite country music singles on the outside stereo. As I stared at the blank computer document where an obituary needed to go, a song by Justin Moore came on that I’d never heard before.