Seeing birth and death so vividly portrayed and distilled into visceral narrative essences while I am still struggling with understanding the recent passing of my father and the imminent arrival of my first-born child left me feeling hopeless and lost in spite of my usual stoic resolution with the universe.
This past Tuesday (August 18), my father passed away suddenly at the age of 58. The call came at six in the morning. Those calls are never good, I imagine. But it didn’t cross my mind. J and I were on the road before eight, kenneling our puggle for the night and packing for a […]