Just an old fashioned Love Song

As the only male child from a family with six children, raised on a farm owned by two people who were Grand Masters of repressing any vestige of emotion, except for the all too often bouts of anger sparked by so many perceived and actual injustices, it was expected that, for that male, tears were unacceptable. So much so, that in the days after my fathers death 37 years ago, the only sobs were heard by no one, and quickly squelched.
Tough guy. Had seen the Elephant.

Sunday will be the 37th anniversary of his death.

I've learned a lot since then. Especially that grief and tears are natural and cleansing. And that by just telling the story, you can help many more than just yourself. But, especially, yourself.

Some people have that rare knack of writing things that are at one and the same time, gut wrenching and uplifting and enlightening.

AD is one of those rare and gifted individuals. His, Love Song to Kimberly , his sister, is one of those things. Go and read it for yourself. Likely, you'll be glad you did. I am.