In three days’ time, my father will have been dead for a year. I have a hard time believing that.
Sometimes, it feels as if he’s been gone forever. Other times, I hang up the phone mid-dial, when I remember that he won’t be there to answer whatever question I wanted to ask him – usually about World War II.
I didn’t ask him enough questions…
A while ago, I wrote here that I was going to publish all the letters Continue reading “65 Years Ago Today, My Dad Wrote This:”