47: Week 13
This is the last picture taken of me and my dad, March 2022, the last time we were together. I've spent this past week thinking lots about him, talking to him, asking his advice about how to handle these unpredictable times, wondering what he would be thinking and saying. On Thursday evening, I lit a candle for his yahrzeit, stopping by it over the course of 24 hours as if visiting an old friend, looking for reassurance, seeking some guidance, wanting a steady hand to help me through the unsteady. My dad was never a big talker, often preferring to observe and take things in, but his smile, his eyes, his essence always said I am here . This past week, I counted on that presence. I imagine if he were here, he would tell me we'll get through this , and in many moments, I trust in that hope. Yesterday, Nan and I headed downtown to the Colorado State Capitol for another "Hands Off" rally/march. Even though the crowd was not as large as two weeks ago, it was by no means s...
