Why my Dad Would Sit on the Edge of His Bed

When I was younger, I would see my dad sitting on the edge of his bed after he awakened to a new day. He would often be staring forlorn into the floor, as if waiting for the impetus to pull himself up. That image stayed with me for years. I never asked my dad, whoContinue reading “Why my Dad Would Sit on the Edge of His Bed”

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