The end of the year is always difficult for me emotionally. With Thanksgiving behind us and Christmas looming just a few weeks away, I find myself thinking of my late father and missing him deeply. Time has not changed that, but dad, always a loving and considerate man, did find a way to let me know he is never far away.



When my husband and I met thirty-six years ago, my father had already been dead six months. My mother kept no pictures around the house, and I had not even a wallet… Continue