A Letter for Dad

I remember receiving the news about my dad in September 2013, while enjoying the blessing of my in-laws' three-month visit to Chile. The information felt shocking and surreal, yet it provided answers to months of strange symptoms and explained Dad's eroding health. Writing, as usual, provided an overflow for the well of emotions inspired by the diagnosis and the chasm of unknowns it created.

Honestly, I am not sure how many of these entries Dad was ever able to read before reading joined the ever-lengthening list of things stripped from him by Parkinson's disease. (Originally diagnosed with MSA, over the years it was generally accepted that his case was actually PD.) But occasionally I still write because I don't want the words to go unspoken, or the memories unremembered.

Most of all, I write in gratitude to God for the man He molded and gave me for an earthly father. 

I write and collect them here: A Letter for Dad.