When my dad died, the storms came again. I hid in my basement apartment in Chicago as the biggest storms of my life raged outside my windows every day. Sometimes they brought intimidating dark clouds to greet me, and other days they roared in with full wind and hail, shaking my apartment and threatening mass…
Tag: Death
Behind the Backdrop – Letter to Dad
Dad, you showed me something deeper than anything I’d ever seen before. You gave us a clue of what’s bigger than the physical things we see and touch. There’s something bigger here that I’d been missing. All the physical stuff changes, but there’s something underneath it that stays the same. Truth is I could toss all my identities in the wind. They’re all going to change anyway.
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