The Day After Death

Father, The clock reads 8:58 a.m., yet I feel as though I've been stuck in time. Stuck in the moment when my dad called me last Friday night to tell me that Grandpa Jack had died in his favorite chair, magazine in his lap, taking a nap, waiting for the weather to come on TV.... Continue Reading →

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