remembering my Dad
I just found a photo of my Dad. It’s been a long while since I have seen it–since I have seen him. No special occasion prompts this post. Just my […]
I just found a photo of my Dad. It’s been a long while since I have seen it–since I have seen him. No special occasion prompts this post. Just my […]
As my siblings and I clean and sort my mother’s home, we are discovering gems long forgotten, and articles never-before-seen. A photograph. A year book. An artifact shedding light on […]
It is the conclusion to August 14. For most people it was a day to find water, go camping, or relax the best they can at home. For me, I had […]
Hi Dad. It’s Memorial Day. Yesterday I visited your gravesite. The scene was beautiful. Thousands of American flags adorned the campus of Willamette National Cemetary. Each gravesite had at least […]
Father’s day draws close. It is nearly two years (August 14) since my Dad’s passing. I miss him. Last Sunday, I showed my mom the dedication page in my dissertation. The […]
One year ago today my father passed away. He died early in the morning on August 14, 2007. I received the news via phone at about 7 am. I am […]
The photos below depict a large part of why I celebrate the Fourth of July. It is not about the fireworks. It isn’t simply about having a day off as […]
I miss my Dad today. There are questions I would ask him. There are stories I would request of him to tell once again. The funny stories. The alarming ones. […]
I walk up the embankment, alone among the elements under the clear blue sky, except for a young couple in the distance. Trees whisper in hushed reverence; grass too, but […]
The activities of the day are done. The sun sets in the west, casting its influence on the clouds which remain, separated though they are by intermittent patches of blue […]