Hmm. I said to myself, “Self, do I really want to do this?” I had a whole ‘nother blogpost planned for today. but it IS the anniversary of the death of my father, Les Green. Moreover, it’s the 10th anniversary this very day. You know how those round numbers often hold special significance.
Top picture: Oui, c’est moi de l’enfant.
I wrote about the circumstances of his death five years ago. Here’s the peculiar thing: I misremembered the date that he told us he had prostate cancer! I wrote that he informed us in January 1998, when in fact it was January 1997, during the same trip we had the conversation about spanking.
How could I forget that detail? Easy: as I said before, he was SO cavaliar about it. It was as though he were discussing twisting his ankle. No big deal.
And I suppose maybe that’s what he thought. Continue reading “D is for Dad’s Death”