It's been more than five years since my father died. He had Parkinson's disease and yes, he was "old," but it was a moment of negligence in the hospital that took his life. Grief loses its sharp edge, but it has a way of tapping you on the shoulder when you least expect it. How do you stop missing your father? You don't. These were words I planned to read at his funeral. The minister did it for me. ~~~~~ Good-bye to the man I've known longest in my life: Anybody who knows me knows that I spend a great deal of time “in my head,” thinking, wondering, analyzing . . . and especially so lately as I’ve watched my father age over the past year or so. There are so many lessons I’ve learned from my father, so many attitudes and values and philosophies that I’ve absorbed through the years. And it shouldn’t have surprised me, but it did, to find that even after his death there is more to learn from him. Just going through his files and books has revealed a depth that I ...
Life is a series of snapshots meant to be recorded in words. A writer and photographer shares hers.