Apr 10, 2021
3 min read
My Father’s Final Gift
From the banks of Ocquionis
As I write this, it’s been just a few hours since my father drew his last breath. Just that one sentence, though. It would take me a week to return to the otherwise blank screen.
I write, thinking I have something profound to say; about how to always live without regret and tell others you love them. You know, the usual prompts that pop up every time…
