Vacation With My Dad

One of the things I specifically remember about my dad is how much he loved his time in Germany.  He spent about a year there when he served in the Army and he always talked about how amazing he thought the country and its people were.  He kept a photo album of his adventures in... Continue Reading →

Pictures in His Wallet

I found your wallet, dad.  It had been hiding in the box of your things I've been carrying around all these years and never opened.  I recently decided it was time to find out anything and everything I could about your life and doing so meant opening the box.  I finally felt strong enough to... Continue Reading →

His Favorite Color was Blue

Like many of us who lost a parent young, I have very few memories left of my dad. Throughout my life, it's been tough to discern whether or not the ones I have are actual memories or a creation of the perfect dad I would like to hold on to.  The vivid memories that I do... Continue Reading →

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