Not long after I celebrated my 18th birthday, my dad died of a heart attack. I have probably mentioned it somewhere on these pages before.
That event was 15 years ago now. I am almost at the point in life whereby I have existed longer without my dad than with him.
My parents were separated at the time it happened and had been for half a dozen years by then, so the loss was softened somewhat by the fact that my dad had only been on the periphery of my life as a teen. At least this is what I have come to think, and what I have come to believe.Continue reading Reflecting on life, loss, and parenthood