Happy Birthday, Dad.

Today's my dad's birthday, the first since his death in April. I'm thinking of him much lately. It's weird. Weird that he's dead. Weird that time moves on, and the grief lessens. Weird that he feels further away, but sometimes closer, too.

Love Card Day

Hi, Folks!

Since my Dad is dead, and I have a story (somewhat) concerning him, Eeka kindly invited me to join your august assemblage. I'm glad to be here.

The story is a bit lengthy, so rather than post it here directly, I'll offer you the chance to go to where it originally appeared - my blog, "Suldog".

Love Card Day

I hope you enjoy it, and thanks for having me. As always, it's a pleasure being had.

Jim

Membership drive

Some folks have posted asking how they can join. If you're interested in joining, please leave a comment that includes your e-mail address (disguising it from spambots is fine) or e-mail me at ksanti at gmail dot com, and I'll send you an invite. The only qualifications necessary are to have a dead dad and a morbid sense of humor.

My dead dad's birthday will be August 31. It's a Friday this year. As it's the first birthday since his death, I was thinking about maybe doing something. Maybe inviting some other Dead Dad Club members in the Boston area to join me. Responses? Ideas? Oh, and I haven't asked my sweetie yet.

A Dead Dad in a Wheelbarrow

You just can't make this stuff up. Well, I suppose you could, but who would want to?

Wow, two sentences in a row ending with prepositions. I think I might get fired from this blog.