Re-posting this from October 2011 in his honor: I had my Dad read this not long after I wrote it and I could see, by the tears he was wiping away, that it connected with him while he was in the midst of his battle against brain cancer. For that reason, this post will long stand as one of the most important posts I’ve ever written. Happy Father’s Day Dad. I love you and I miss you.
Black Coffee, My Dad, and Peace (That Passeth Understanding).
My dad (1940-2012) preparing breakfast for guests at the local homeless shelter
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