At Christmas Dinner, My Daughter Tried To Take My Home Until I Opened …

is what a home is. It is a collection of shared jokes, familiar smells, and the quiet comfort of knowing exactly where everything is, even in the dark. Arthur passed away three years ago.

It was a stroke, sudden and total, on a Tuesday morning in March. He was in the backyard raking leaves when it happened. By the time I reached him, he was already continue reading …