Perhaps this is normal. I have to be. I think of my father a lot. So much it almost seems wrong. It makes me sad. It makes me weary. Although there are some good memories as well. I look into the mirror and I see him. Staring at me. I imagine it has to do with the fact that my first memories of him were at my current age. He must have been right around 37-38. He was 31 when I first exploded on...
December 24, 2012
On aging and my father
24December