The Problem With Explaining Grief

The Problem With Explaining Grief

by | Jun 12, 2018 | Family

I’ve been looking for a way to explain how I feel about my father dying. It’s as if I were born on a continent, and I played there, and I grew up falling, and getting back up, and figuring out how I fell. I went back there when I was proud. I went back...
You May As Well Laugh

You May As Well Laugh

by | Jun 5, 2018 | Family, Life

There is a giant hole in the world shaped like my father. I can walk around it, but I can never fill it. He died this morning in his sleep, in his own bed, and without pain. Dying piles indignities on us, but he held on to more dignity than most. At age eighty-six he...