Remembering Dad

This weekend marks the third anniversary of my father’s death–a shock to us all as he died of a massive heart attack out of the clear blue sky at 71 years old.

Here is what I wrote as a memorial the next year, and what follows now is a more recent remembrance:

Remembering Dad

Missing him like the mountain gone from the front window or the maple tree gone from the backyard

Life goes on just the same but less sure and less shady