It will always be too soon.
As I mentioned yesterday, I’m traveling for work today. Once the meeting is over, I’ll be heading to my hometown for a brief visit.
It is fitting.
Today is my Dad’s birthday. We lost him in 1978. He’s been gone almost as many years as he lived on this earth.
It will always be too soon. I will never get over it.
I’ve told the story here more than once. Links are below.
A Slight Pause
Why I Hate Writing on Father’s Day
WHAT I’M READING