To My Dad
When I think about you and your life, my mind is flooded with memories.
I think of you coming home from work in the evenings and compulsively repairing things around the house — a door knob, the gutters, a window frame. I think of our Wiffle ball games in the front yard with me and my three siblings, playing until it was too dark to see the ball.
Most of all, I think of your golf lessons. READ MORE>>