We put away the Christmas decorations at Mom’s house. The view of a log in the fireplace, the cleared out room, everything back in its…

What was he thinking about as he overlooked the bow of the ship, bracing himself? I’m glad I saw him do it and that I…

Sitting in here makes it too real that I’ll never physically hear him speak again. The house triggers all sorts of memories and realizations like…

My dad was proud of me. I don’t doubt that even though I question most things I interpret about him. Sometimes I felt he was…