Garden Salvation

Fast forward to May 2004. My sister Kathy is dying from pancreatic cancer. She had become a shell of herself from all the chemotherapy and the ravages of the disease. I’m not sure if she ever fully realized I’d come from Florida to see her. I met with my Dad for lunch...

How Many Times?

My Dad and I went to his bedroom where we could sit and talk. He lived in a double-wide mobile home, so his bedroom was a little crowded. On either side of his bed were a nightstand and chair. Across from the foot of his bed were a TV and VCR. After a few minutes of...

The Baton of Bitterness

Yesterday during a telephone conversation with two brothers-in-Christ, it was discovered that we all had something in common. We had all experienced estrangement from our fathers at some level, and had all blessedly reconciled with our dads. That led to a discussion...