death of a parent
5 times a day, the WeCroak app reminds me that I’m going to die
I liked this, until I didn’t.
Perfume for my father: A lavish gift
I have given my father many presents. The small bottle of fragrant bath essence I gave him last Christmas may be the most important one.
The presence of absence: Grieving and believing
Without the rudder of memory, my father seemed adrift in a tiny boat on a wild, infinite sea, yet unconcerned with finding a way back to shore.