The last time I spent time with my Dad, before the end, was around June 5, 2011. He had just recovered from surgery, and I wanted to see him and spend a couple of days with him. We went to Chicago Street Deli in Shawnee, Oklahoma, I took a huge coffee to go. He drove us to the part of …
Whenever I want to type, “last year was challenging,” I always feel the need to write about the year before that for context, because that year was challenging, too. But then that year requires the previous year for context, and so on. I have to go back to when my life went from manageable and relatively calm to one filled …
