My father was always a character. Some of my fondest memories of him was when I was a child and he was teaching me about the world. All of it was truth, but he definitely put his own spin on it too. As I grew up, we grew closer and closer together, and he was definitely the best friend I have ever had. His death, though expected, shook me to my core, and I struggled with it for a few weeks until I finally had some peace. Looking at monuments in Morristown NJ for his grave is actually what helped me overcome the deepest part of my grief.
While I will always miss him, I know that he is in my future. We are both Christians, so this is just a temporary separation. Continue reading