My Father, As I Remember Him

Childhood memories of a dad gone too soon, with a little help from those who knew him.

Can we ever truly know our parents?

It’s Father’s Day. The first thing I did when I woke was go straight to the small framed Polaroid of my dad and me, taken on the last day I saw him. Father’s Day, 1987. There are a handful of other images, tucked away. But that one, of the two of us, is special. My […]