Meet Me On The Mountaintop

"And, for the first time in as long as I can remember, I had no pain in my chest today.  Just like that, 21 years of pain all washed away on a mountaintop by a castle with my dad." - My Journal Entry 10/3/17 - Germany: Day 3, Heidelberg: Day 1 My third day in...

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...

The Truth About Being Fatherless

Being fatherless left a hole in me that I couldn't even begin to process until nearly two decades later.  I had recited the words "My father passed away when I was young" more times than I can count to strangers, new friends, potential love interests and anyone who innocently asked about my parents.  I hated...

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...

Healing is a Journey

Healing is an interesting process.  For wounds to our body such as cuts or broken arms, healing usually takes place over a few weeks or months and before we know it, our bodies are back to normal.  We might be left with a scar but, unless an injury is severe, generally these type of blows...