10 days ago my dad lived.
My dad, with his beautifully raspy voice, his strong, callused hands, his passion for this landscape and the creatures that exist here. My dad who loves unconditionally and laughs with a promise that things will be ok. My dad who’s given the shirt off his back, the boots from his feet and all his heart to those he loves or those who need him.
Our dad who knows things. Takes care of things.
Takes care of us.
The weather report warned us that the early January thaw was about to turn treacherous, sending snow blowing across slushy roads, turning them to ice and dropping the temperatures to dangerous lows. But it was warm that early Friday morning when Pops struggled to find the phone to make a call that would save his life.
That evening as Husband drove us home in that mild winter…
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