My dad would have been 49 this month. When his birthday rolled around, I thought about how there are days when I really wish he were here to see the kids, to be a familiar presence. To call me “kiddo” one more time. He died of a massive heart attack in August 2013. We’ve been…
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Invisible Loss
It’s been a year since we said goodbye to my dad. A year ago today. I dreamed about him on Sunday. He was only there for a second, but he was there, greeting someone with a smile on his face, introducing himself, hunched over slightly to mask his height. And then I woke up and…
Looking Down
It finally feels like we might have escaped the cold spells that randomly decided to plague us this year. One side-effect of this warmer, more beautiful weather is that the kids want to go outside. All the time. Every day. I do not want to go outside. At least not most of the time. Because…