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 →