My oldest daughter, Sarah, is in Japan this summer embarking on an adventure with her boyfriend, which could become a forever thing. She moved back “home” when Emma died, slipping into the basement apartment just as my youngest son, Ben, was moving out to live with his then girlfriend, now wife, Alex. In a very real way, we have never been “empty-nesters” until now. Although … [Read more...]
Thinking about Joe Biden on Father’s Day
My youngest child Emma died July 8, 2011, at 19 years of age. She wasn’t sick, she wasn’t doing any of the stupid things that teenagers sometimes do, she wasn’t hit by a drunk driver or a stray bullet. She went to bed one night and simply didn’t wake up the next day. For quite a while, I was certain that this loss that happened to me is the worst thing that ever happened to … [Read more...]