I knew something was different that first November when my birthday rolled around and there was no card in the mail addressed “To my one and only daughter, xoxo, Daddy.” Then there was Thanksgiving which marked my first attempt to cook a turkey, the one he was not there to carve. And that first Christmas when […]
My Dad, 23 Years Later
My Dad died twenty three years ago today. For a long time after I could not remember the exact date. I just knew it was the end of September. My mother generally reminded me. She remembers dates. Birthdays. Anniversaries. And yes, the dates that those closest to her died. Not me. I wouldn’t remember a […]
