This morning, seven years, four months and a week after Ma’s death, my Daddy is resting next to her once again. Yesterday’s services were a
Personal History: Thank you Dad, for everything.
It’s after midnight, Dad’s birthday. We are burying my Dad “today” on what would have been his 75th birthday. We are committing his ashes to
Daddy was a one-in-a-million kind of man. I don’t say that because I am biased (which I am). It’s the truth. He didn’t hoard his love. I watched