Posts Tagged: memories
Happy Father’s Day, Dad
Dad, This is the second Father’s Day since you died (yes, I have to write it — it still doesn’t seem real). I miss being with you. I think of you every day. Every day I am reminded of the
Happy Father’s Day, Dad
Dad, This is the second Father’s Day since you died (yes, I have to write it — it still doesn’t seem real). I miss being with you. I think of you every day. Every day I am reminded of the
Apple Boxes
It’s just an apple box — one of many currently piled in our overflowing garage. This one is empty, so it should be easy to get rid of: just toss it in the recycling pile and move on to the
Apple Boxes
It’s just an apple box — one of many currently piled in our overflowing garage. This one is empty, so it should be easy to get rid of: just toss it in the recycling pile and move on to the
Grief
My father would have turned 93 today. I miss him. In fact, I miss him more now than I did when he died — nearly 9 months ago. Back then, grief was tempered by the gratitude that he was granted
White Beach Rock
An egg rock. Cool and white, worn smooth by the Pacific Ocean. It’s the prize on a beach filled with rocks in shades of black, gray, red, and brown. I like the black ones, too: a little rough (not much
White Beach Rock
An egg rock. Cool and white, worn smooth by the Pacific Ocean. It’s the prize on a beach filled with rocks in shades of black, gray, red, and brown. I like the black ones, too: a little rough (not much
Larry
Larry Sifel died four years ago. But for me, he died today. The thing about people dying is that they are alive until you know they aren’t. Somehow, we figure people remain where we saw them last — waiting for us. The expectation may not be logical,
