Days with My Father

Maybe it's my melodramatic self these days, or the crummy weather outside, or the fact that I've been contemplating my 21 years of existence before I graduate college and am no longer a child, but I have fallen in love with this site.

It is beautiful. It is heart-wrenching. It is a magnificent tribute to a family I don't even know.

But it's worth reading. Keep reading it, the whole thing. It will be worth it, I promise. I think it should be made into a book. Kind of the opposite in-a-good-way version of Augusten Burroughs' writing (sorry, Augusten, I still love your books, but you're just not a happy guy).

Caution: Proceed at your own risk. Tears may flow.

Read Days with My Father.