I still miss my dad.
My stepmother, Edith, sent me one of the cardigan sweaters Dad used to wear. She could hardly have given me a more precious gift. When I need a hug, I put it on, and it’s as though Dad is right there. I take that sweater along in my suitcase whenever I go anywhere. If you ever see me wearing a man’s green cardigan, you’ll know–I need a hug.
Yesterday’s mail brought a note from Edith, and some recent pictures of Dad–beaming in every one–that I will cherish. She enclosed a copy of a poem she… Read More »