No Failure

My father passed away on Thursday, November 6th, roughly a day after having been moved to hospice. While my brother, Jamie, and cousin, Colleen, eulogized him at the funeral mass better than I could ever dream of doing, I’ve felt the need to say something about, if not his death, than at least his life.

Naturally, as a writer, I’m going to do so through the written word.

One of many original watercolors by my father.

I started talking with my dad about his mortality maybe fifteen to twenty year...