Never Given the Chance to Miss Him

Never Given the Chance to Miss Him

When I was four years old, my father died while at his workplace. He was a field engineer on a construction site. One Friday afternoon while marking lines, he was asked to help brace a wall in the elevator shaft. He and his apprentice Mark went to assist their...
My hero, my Dad

My hero, my Dad

It’s so very dark out. I can hear sirens; there are so many people in my house. What is going on? A priest enters the back door with a couple of men; my mother falls to the floor. She is inconsolable. Who are these men? Who are all of these people? Family...