A Son Remembers (2)

A week after my visit with Dad I received a call from my sister telling me that he was in bed and likely wasn’t getting out again. Her words were something to the effect that he was going downhill fast. What a curious phrase—don’t people usually go downhill fast? I arrived the next day. When I went into his bedroom,Continue reading “A Son Remembers (2)”

A Son Remembers (1)

(I wrote this several years ago but today—the day before Father’s Day, seemed like a good time to post it. Thanks to Paula Morrel and the good people at Tales from the South for allowing me to share it on their program and including it in their book, Tales from the South: Volume 2).  It is the 10th of August,Continue reading “A Son Remembers (1)”