My father’s birthday is tomorrow, and for the last three birthdays we haven’t been able to wish him a happy one in person. He is alive and well, but chose not to be in our lives. While it’s painful at times, I confess I have resolved not to be the one to bridge the divide. I learned my stubbornness
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I’m still thinking about my father, who died 25 years ago. As I mentioned in last week’s blog post, he was quite a character and a one-man party. Here are some of the fun things he did. 1. One year he bought us baby chicks for Easter (even though we didn’t celebrate Easter). This was
Last Saturday was the 25th anniversary of my father’s death. He died when he was 60 years, 9 months old. I was really hoping that California Chrome would win the Triple Crown on his death day, as he was a big horse racing fan. In fact, he died at the race track, but the odds
