This Is Me

I never knew that my dad was afraid of falling. I never even had a hint of it. I knew he never ran- but I thought it was because of his hip replacements. Or just a general dislike of running- I mean, I never run, but that’s just a dislike of exercise. Turns out, he…

My father died today. Well, no, that’s not accurate. My father died two days ago. I am a writer. I write about my feelings. I write about my ideas. I write when I can’t think. I write when I can’t feel. I write to process. And so… The stark truth. My father shouldn’t have died.…