out of respect for my father, whom I nearly just lost, will start this new one.
My “It could always be worse,” coping mantra is being tested to the max, this week.
My 70 year old father, who has rarely been sick a day in his life, suffered a hemorrhagic stroke, last week.
Still employed full-time, he was doing construction on his old family homestead, after work. Friends and family continuously warning him that he ...