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Since my dad died, I’ve been looking for him in everything. Early on, I sat on the porch with a drink, and I sort of talked to him and I tried to sort things out and in those evenings before the funeral I felt like I was doing pretty well for a guy whose dad just died. I wasn’t really. Not at the beginning of writing this anyway. I was thrown into a little bit of a funk because the kids and I were having Dadurday and we were having a good time, and I was thinking of all the f