When I reached down to pick up the box, it took little strength to carry. How could this loss cause me to drag my feet with the heaviness of despair, yet her coffin was comfortably secure in the partially tensed muscles of my arms? I made the walk past the rows of mourners and placed the casket on the table which was framed by beautiful flowers. To … [Read more...]
Fathers Day – Standing Still
June 17, 2012 by 9 Comments
I stormed out of the door with my hands in a balled up fist. I wrinkled my face in a make-believe angry mess. I wasn’t angry, but at 6-years-old, my imagination had taught me how to fake it. Well, my imagination and my favorite television show, The Incredible Hulk. I had just finished another episode and my adrenaline was pumping. Normally the … [Read more...]
