Hugging Dad for the Last Time

One year ago today I hugged Dad for the last time. Of course, I didn’t know that. We so rarely recognize last times when they come. Which is good, I think. And while I wasn’t expecting that hug to be the last, Dad’s progressing Parkinson’s made...

Happy Birthday Dad

Yesterday was Dad’s 79th birthday. Of course it was also three and a half months since he died. Let’s just say I had lots of feelings but they all boiled down to this–I miss him. It’s been raining a lot in Western North Carolina. Dad liked the...

The First Father’s Day . . .

Dad’s been gone for almost two months now. And I’m well into the year that will be marked by firsts. The first Father’s Day, the first birthday, the first Christmas, the first . . . well there will be all sorts of firsts without him. And apparently...

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...