I remember dancing in the upstairs hallway with my dad who had a laugh that filled the room. When he left the void was deafening.
My dad didn’t have many possessions he lost most of them —even his wedding ring.
We displayed the family photos on this credenza that was missing a knob for as long as I can remember. I was told it didn't matter. It does matter when part of a set is missing.
I used to sleep with a rosary under my pillow so I wouldn't have bad dreams.'