I Found My 87 Year Old Father Eating Cold Food Alone and Realized How Afraid He Had Become

misunderstood for so long. Love was not in the plans. Not in the arguments. Not even in the intentions. It was in the showing up. Again and again. Even when it was hard. Especially when it was hard.

He passed away that winter, quietly, in his own bed, in the house he built. I was there. Sitting beside him. Holding his hand the same way he had held mine continue reading …