The Dead Dad Diaries

Dear Dad Happy Birthday. You would have been 75 today. I was going to write something for Sunday, but you hated Father’s Day, thought it was commercial nonsense, though you were gracious about any cards, presents or phone calls. You were always gracious, actually, except when you were impatient because I was speaking slowly or [...]

First time landing at Belfast City Airport with no Dad waiting on the other side of glass doors, Guardian tucked under his arm, half-eaten sandwich in his hand. There are a lot of firsts in this new world, and some are easy, but this is a big one. Maybe because those moments were all so [...]