Dad. It can’t be goodbye.

My dad is gone. Hence, my recent silence. I couldn’t think straight while losing my dad.

He died nine days ago with my mother at his side. They had been married 53 years – had met at age 15 on a Catholic road trip to Notre Dame when Mom espied him imitating Elvis Presley. It wouldn’t be the last time he crooned like the King.

I could write a book about my father – and maybe I Read More

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