Oh my dad. I missed him so much when he died at. 64 in 1981. I think there is a short story here that needs writing. Much gratitude for this troubled man.
I am struggling with a poem (that is to say, myself) and have benefited today, I think, from the reminder to return to small things, concrete things. Well, we shall see
Thanks. Nice story. Memories of father to me is powerful. I was bonded closely with him in that I was the only boy in the family and had three older sisters.
Yes, my father worked two full-time jobs and then on weekends worked either at a gas station or delivering bleach in a truck. I always accompanied him on the latter two jobs. Sweet memories.
Oh my dad. I missed him so much when he died at. 64 in 1981. I think there is a short story here that needs writing. Much gratitude for this troubled man.
I am struggling with a poem (that is to say, myself) and have benefited today, I think, from the reminder to return to small things, concrete things. Well, we shall see
Thanks. Nice story. Memories of father to me is powerful. I was bonded closely with him in that I was the only boy in the family and had three older sisters.
Yes, my father worked two full-time jobs and then on weekends worked either at a gas station or delivering bleach in a truck. I always accompanied him on the latter two jobs. Sweet memories.