Letting Go & Holding On
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I Should Have Gone
He asked me to ride. I said no. He forgot. I didn’t. That’s the difference.
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The Dictatorship
“It’s like a dictatorship,” he once said. Years later, we laughed about it—together. Full circle.
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He Still Reaches for My Hand Sometimes
He grabbed my hand without thinking. Just for a moment. I stayed still and held on.
Dad
I’m a dad who’s still figuring it out. Not all at once, and not always well — but I try to show up. That’s the thread running through most of what I write here.