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Eight years ago today, it was cold enough to snow in October. And eight years ago today, I was told that my father had passed away, in his sleep, some time in the wee hours of the morning.
Those of you who’ve known me for a long time, know that everything changed after [...]

The problem with writing about the dead is that they’ve stopped. Self-evident, I know… When I write about my father here, as I’ve written for seven years now, I find myself saying the same things — maybe with a little more perspective, but the same things. I’m not going to suddenly have [...]

Having a crappy day today. I’m feeling overwhelmed with wedding things that haven’t gotten done yet (and we’re only six months off), work stuff, and I’m going out to the cemetery on Saturday.
Monday marks the seven-year anniversary of my father’s death. In recent years, I’ve tried to come to accept everything, but I [...]