One year ago today my dad passed away and I can honestly say not a day goes by without me thinking about him. Sometimes it’s just a brief thought as my brain flickers to a memory, other times it’s a haunted reality that he truly is gone and he won’t be able to answer a question, see his grandsons, or argue with me about life. We talk about him often as my husband and kids process the loss in their own ways.  They are still startled when they find me in tears over small things but are slowly starting to accept that grief comes in stages and sometimes when you least expect it.   In one of the last games of his regular hockey season…

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