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No More Hiding Under the Bed

I recently had an opportunity to reconnect with a friend from my college years. During one of our conversations, she explained the beauty in my ability to forgive my father, which got me thinking.
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Posted by on May 19, 2013 in Family, Lifestyle


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The Field of Dreams

In my youth, I was privileged to attend a parochial grade school. When adolescence reared its ugly head (let’s be honest, puberty was ugly), I was again blessed with an opportunity to receive a parochial education, this time for four years in high school. After high school, I continued the tradition of private schooling by applying, and promptly being accepted, to a small liberal-arts college, founded on Lutheran theology like the two schools before it.

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Posted by on April 20, 2013 in Family


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When It All Came Crashing Down, Part III: Life in the Aftermath

In the days following a death, there is no time to grieve. An obituary needs writing. The casket needs selecting. Funeral preparations need making. And a host of other laundry-list items too many to count. For that reason, the reality of what had just occurred — death — hits everyone at different times and in different ways.
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Posted by on April 6, 2013 in Family


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When It All Came Crashing Down, Part II

Being away at college, I had learned of my father’s passing when my family phoned with the alarming news. In the aftermath of that sobering call, I had so many questions. What had happened to my father? Was it accidental? Was he alone? And a hundred others.
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Posted by on March 31, 2013 in Family


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An Only Friend When All Is Lost

Normally I’d dissect my father’s letters and provide a translation or, at least, shed a little perspective. But my latest discovery in his journal does all the talking. My words merely clutter, worthless babble, considering the context and timing of a letter composed shortly before his life ended so tragically. By me writing additional words just for the sake of writing, I will only detract from the loneliness in his voice.
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Posted by on February 23, 2013 in Family, Uncategorized


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