Posts Tagged: memories

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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

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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

Stadleman's apple box
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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

Stadleman's apple box
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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

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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

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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

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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,

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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,