A big part of why I write is to remember. There are moments and feelings and circumstances that I want to be able to revisit, and since elementary school when I began to scrawl those stories into a white diary that closed with a tiny golden lock, I’ve learned that putting the words down somewhere helps me hold the stories of my life close.
So when I saw that TueNight.com was doing an issue on the theme of “Mourn,” I knew right away the story I wanted to tell. Not a story about the heartbreak and tears of mourning my dad’s death in July, but a different emotional response that surprised me and sustained me through his last six weeks. It is as much a tribute to my family as anything I’ve ever written.
The story, Even When Dad Was Dying, We Kept Laughing, is over at TueNight.com, and I hope you’ll check it out.
