I look at one of the last picture I took of you before you passed away and smile. I wouldn’t think there would come a time we would meet this way.
I’ve written and spoken about my dad since his passing a year ago. I never thought writing about my father today was going to take some effort. How do I know? Tears are trickling down my face as I write this. Yesterday a co-worker asked me if I had any plans with my dad thisContinue reading “My Dad – Stream of Consciousness”