365 Days Without a Dad

I still find myself shocked by the suddenness of my dad's death a year ago.  When I look at his pictures, especially the most recent ones, I still find myself perplexed by the fact that he's gone.

Shock

There are whiskers on my dad's beard trimmer still.  It sits where he left it, in the charging cradle on the counter in his bathroom.  Each time I notice it, I'm struck by the notion that they were him and my grief is renewed.

Happy Mother's Day

This is my mom.  The picture here was actually taken last Mother's day.  I'd like to use this space to put down a few words about this special lady.  There's nobody I know more deserving of her own holiday.