My Father in Heaven

Monday marks the second anniversary of my dad’s passing.  It’s been two years, and even writing that first sentence still takes my breath away.  Two years later, and I still can’t believe he is gone. I don’t write about my dad often.  At least, not his passing, anyway.  I don’t really talk about it much either.  I still mention him in every day conversations, the way anyone mentions their parents from time to time.  “My dad used to…” or “My dad loved…”  I talk to the kids a lot about him,…

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