On the trail of Dad’s birthplace
Last Saturday, we went on a quest to find my Dad’s birthplace. In all my trips to London, it never occurred to me to look. Where to start? His birth certificate gave
Getting to Friday
I never expected when we came to handle my Dad’s affairs that we would laugh so much. It’s not that we’re happy he died; on the contrary, I find the
Thank you
Thanks to those who have expressed support and prayed for us. It’s been moving. We got an e-mail this morning that was just what we needed. It feels like we’re
This is the man
From 2004 when I over for a visit:
I leave in about an hour. This could be the last time I see Dad. Maybe not. I’ve thought the same thing whenever I’
1921-2006
Just got a call. My Dad passed away in his sleep one hour ago.