Is closure even a THING?

It’s been three weeks since Dad died. I’m getting used to the idea. That’s Dad grinning with me on my wedding day. But not really. Maybe that’s the catch. I don’t actually want to be less sad about losing my father. It feels right to me...

Farewell for now . . .

It’s been a tough week, but also one filled with blessings. We had a small, family only service for my Dad at the farm in West Virginia. It was a terrible, wonderful day. A pastor Dad’s known since high school delivered the service on the deck at the farm...