Write What You Know

My father died ten years ago today.

Don't worry, I didn't remember either.

I can remember the exact moment though. I was sitting at my computer, talking the head of a Pagan website I was "interning" at, when the phone rang, my mom answered, and a few seconds later I heard, "It's your father!", but not in the way that says he's on the other end of the line. I can still remember the cracking of her voice, the strain of it, the tears that weren't restrained. I went numb for an hour or two, mostl...