Dad & Me (Part 4)
Life (and death) often have their surprises.
As I previously mentioned in my first article of this series ‘Dad & Me’, my Dad died young. He was 58 if I remember correctly. It was so very long ago. But it hurt for many years. I was 32 and had no idea.
I was always angry at him for dying before we had a chance to know each other better. Sound stupid? Maybe. But, it seemed throughout my life he was always…