Couldn’t let this Veteran’s Day go by without mentioning my favorite guy. It is bittersweet. Fall comes and things begin to change. While the leaves start to turn and the breezes become cooler, there’s always a tug on my heart. At my dad’s funeral, on an unusually warm day…
You don’t feel lucky to be in it. But, it is a club you have joined. Your dad died. Even worse–When you were young. And so was he. For those of us in such a group, occasions like birthdays and father’s day are reminders of what we miss. Wish for. Long for. I wish my Dad were here…
There’s a thing about having your Dad die when you are just barely twenty-two-years-old. The eye rolls. The condescending tone. The unapologetic lack of any sort of humility. Thinking you know it all. Losing a parent young was like being pummeled by a tidal wave…
This is one of the few photos I have of my dad without a mustache. How surreal is that? I think he had to shave it off once for a formal military promotion photo. He immediately grew it back. And never shaved it again. I remember as a kid when my Dad came home that day, clean-faced…
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