My grandfather Andy (his name was really Axel, but no one called him that) live to the ripe old age of 97. We figured he’d make it to 100, but he came up a little short. About a month before he left us, I had the chance to visit his old boyhood home town of…
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My father was 91 in 1986 and this was his second time to see Haley’s Comet. My wife and I with our young son and daughter escorted my mother and him outside in the dark to see the outer space visitor. While we were standing up and looking through the binoculars, we forgot about him…
My Dad, some ninety plus years now, sat feebly on the patio bench. He didn’t move, just sat with his head down staring at his hands. I sat down beside him. He didn’t acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if he was okay. Finally, not really wanting to disturb him but…
Yeah, dad’s are pretty special people. I speak from experience because I had one. And I’ve been one. Guess I still am when you come right down to it. My dad’s been gone since 1983, but even after all these years, he lives on in me, in my children and in my grandchildren. I even…
There’s something so special about the relationship between dads and daughters, and I’m fortunate enough to have two of them. Being a dad was my favorite role in life (that is, until being a grandfather came along). When each of my girls was born, I remember sitting in the hospital room holding them, looking down…