Some time ago, when his funeral was still in the future, Dad was…
What I really wanted to do was join that baby and start screaming bloody murder.
"...it is one where hearts are opened, precisely because of their breaking."
...but at least I peppered the page with some random font that somewhat resembles sentences.
Yup. You got it. It's all about me! Is that selfish?
Some time ago, when his funeral was still in the future, Dad was pushing his walker across the Menno Home parking lot. Slowly he shuffled to the little…