The 19 year-old at the gym asked me how I developed my calves, “fifty years of walking.” My calves, arms and back haven’t succumbed to this aging crap yet or so my very critical eye and opinion holds. Two miles and three minutes into moving towards mile three I stepped off of the elliptical machine… Continue reading Sometimes Fear Will Find You
Category: Dad
Sometimes You Mourn Alone
When dad died I wondered how I would respond at his funeral because I wasn’t sure if I would be a ball of fury/sadness or so calm you wouldn’t know what I was thinking. Didn’t know if I would be somewhere in between or if nothing close to any of it because it was impossible… Continue reading Sometimes You Mourn Alone
Why Did Dad Die?
I am 50 years-old but every now and then I pass by dad’s picture and ask him why he had to die. Sometimes I hear him tell me about my Grandma Sophie and Grandpa Ben passing away and I remember being six or seven and learning what death was. Other times I feel him make… Continue reading Why Did Dad Die?
The Last Father’s Day
If I am not mistaken Dad and I got to spend about 46 Father’s Days together, more than a decade worth of those came after I became a father. Not to mention the chunk in which my grandfathers joined us and though I was low man on the totem pole I never tired of watching… Continue reading The Last Father’s Day
