A few days from now marks the one-year anniversary of my Daddy’s glad morning, the one on which he flew away.
Some things about the last year have been very difficult; some things have been blessedly easy. We, my mom and sister and I, have figured it out as we went . . . → Read More: They Wrote These Things, and then She Wrote This Thing, and then I Wrote This Thing, and THEN THEIR PRESIDENT CALLED (and also — OS:S in the E-T on the 05/05/13)
