This year, I lost my father. Or at least I lost him from the ways I've known him -- to be walking, talking, tossing out a joke, standing firm on a value, painting a picture, eating waffles, cooking pancakes, or sipping his very weak, highly watered-down "coffee" (not anywhere near my definition of coffee, but very weak, warm, coffee-colored water in a moose mug is how he liked his coffee). My dad has been … [Read more...]