Yesterday was my fathers death Anniversary’s, please keep me and him in your duas
“He died when he was alone………..the police had to breakdown the door to enter”
We are traveling to North Carolina for D’s funeral and his family is describing what happened.
As the car sped across the highways of South Carolina the road disappears into my mental fog, thank God I am not driving. I no longer see the highway. What emerges from the fog outside is a page from the mental archives of my past. A similar event that took place may years ago in Pakistan where my father died alone…………… and introduced us to the new member of our family: Grief.
Is December and Christmas décor is up. I pull into the garage of a friends house and her husband comes out visibly upset “Where have you been? Your brother is looking for you?”
Both questions are unusual, coming from this man who is usually very reserved, polite and soft…
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