Family

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’ve left since 1989. One day it will

Charlene’s perspective on the past week: He knew in advance that my “hurricane” was far greater than I had any knowledge of. Last night, as I held Christina’s thrashing, unconscious frame

It’s after midnight here. Usually after Dad goes to bed, I go to work doing what I can’t while he’s watching. Tonight, I sneaked into his wallet and left next-of-kin

It’s 4:00 a.m. London time. I haven’t slept. I’m supposed to be up in 15 minutes anyway to go to the airport to meet Jim and Andrea. I