Fathers Day

I exhaled deeply. We walked from the church into an overcast sky, and waited as the pallbearers carried my father’s casket into the hearse at a gentle and steady pace.

My Dad – Stream of Consciousness

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”