The ashes of my father sit on the book shelf in my office in our basement.
They should be in Lake Michigan- one thing my father romanticized in my life and his own.
I can choose between dwelling on the times at the lake or dwelling on the times in the lake of fire watching TV or playing computer games.
It’s as simple as not being a weak father. And I don’t think I could be a good father without my wife.
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