This is the tenth Father's Day since my father passed away. I can't describe the hollowness I feel to anyone whose father is living. My mother is away, in part to take her mind off memories. When I write about my father, I feel I'm understanding him, something that once seemed so difficult.
"Limbo"
"My Father's Last Breath"
"More Than Anything"
"Dad & I"
2 comments:
I feel that way about my mother--my father is still with us in body at least.
Great words, Gerald. I suppose I'm still very lucky to have my parents around. I posted a photo of my dad and I on my blog today. He's a great man.
Regards, David.
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