I originally wrote this piece on Memorial Day 2016, and I've shared it every year since. My dad died when I was 36, yet I never really...

It’s raining, a common spring phenomenon where I live and likely, where you live as well. Usually, I’m alright with a nice, gentle rain...

He stood on his front porch in the early morning light. Content. Satisfied. Relaxed. I was walking the dog, who at the time had stopped...