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