Dad is gone. I keep wanting to call him. I need his advice. He is there my reason tells me, but he is silent. Death has created, for the moment, a chronological loneliness that nothing can heal for now. Death is horrible. For those looking for something different, some profound new words about the loss of a great man, I have nothing. I have old words. My Dad spent a lifetime giving me old words in his life. He made old... Read more