What is found when things are lost: Reflections on a father
No one ever tells you when you’re a kid, hey, your parents are going to get old in front of you one day (if you’re lucky) and it’s going to be really hard to watch. No one primes you or prepares you well in advance for dealing with a parent who has cancer or dementia.
It’s a hard-knock school that you are admitted to without ever applying.
This past week I spent some time traveling and ended up in Florida where my father lives.


























