In the summer of 2018, my dad died — twice. His miraculous rescue by strangers on a sidewalk opened a door none of us expected, and taught me something profound about second chances.
Read moreA year after my dad's passing, I discovered old Army photos of a well-dressed dandy I barely recognized — and came to see the cool guy he was before parenthood shaped him into the alpha-male who built tank engines and made chicken soup.
Read moreMy dad's heart failed last month. In crafting his obituary for our twice-blended family, I honored the full, complex life of a Greek immigrant's son who served his country, raised his children, and never lost his love of donuts.
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