The elders and pastors had only just left the house, leaving my father and I on our own for a moment. My father was weak by this point...

Finding a moment to be alone at my father's funeral visitation was not impossible, but it certainly was difficult.

With another Father’s Day coming around the bend, I find myself thinking more and more of my own father. He was a great man...

In the halls of my darkened memory, the night of my father’s passing is well-preserved. I may have forgotten a great many things about...