He was a hometown hero who died at war days before I was born. He haunted my life, until I finally made the trip to see where he fell.
We never realized how much dad’s booming bravado controlled our family dynamic, until it was gone.
I didn’t think I’d ever be able to face him without fear, but in his docile, vulnerable state, we forged a new dynamic.
Now my concern for the mental health of my children is making me finally face my family’s past.
As a doctor, Dad was very specific in his wishes for end-of-life care. I agreed wholeheartedly…back when it was purely theoretical.
I was just ten when my father passed, long before the Internet. But giving him a digital footprint paid off more than I could have ever anticipated.
Time never moved slower than when my father was dying. But finally losing him made me start living like there’s no tomorrow.
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