Fathers Day… again… sigh.

Living with Grief. One Father's Journey

It is hard for me to reconcile sometimes, this part of my life story… the part where I go on without one of my sons. And when we stop to celebrate Fathers Day… well, it stirs up some emotions.

I walked the dog and loaded the truck with tools to go work in the garden in Los Angeles… I’m thinking about the task: cut cut cut… load weeds and unwanted plant growth…

And in the back of my mind, I’m thinking about Sunday… about remembering Marquita’s dad… my dad… and about being a dad…

And I could go on and on about not really knowing my dad… about growing up without him. About these scattered visits and letters… and my impressions and his laugh. Or I could talk at length about fatherhood… But really… I’d rather pull weeds right now, and it is time to go.

My friend’s daughter, Heather…

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