February 22, 2022
All that remains of my father’s life is found in two cardboard boxes. Is that all his life is reduced to: two small boxes, one new, one weathered over time? Yesterday, I went to the funeral home to pick up his death certificate (cause: multiple system failure, dementia) and the second of the two boxes. […]
Read More →January 27, 2022
Wesley Gardiner Richardson, my dad, passed peacefully from this world to his eternal home today. He was born January 10, 1933 in Philadelphia. As a child, he lived across the street from Patti Patton (my Mom) in Prospect Park, PA.
Read More →March 11, 2021
One year ago today, I left work to go to the funeral of a friend’s mom, thinking my spring break had been doubled to two weeks because of the coronavirus. When I went through the receiving line at the church, I wasn’t sure if I should reach out to hug my friend or stand awkwardly […]
Read More →February 11, 2021
Memories have always fascinated me. If two people take part in the same event and then describe it, they will emphasize different aspects, based on their perspective. Over time, our tendency to edit out the bad and highlight the good (or vice versa) comes into play. After the passage of many years, if you ask […]
Read More →December 18, 2020
I’ve always been interested in the contrast of light and darkness. As we draw nearer to the darkest day of the year, and the day the Light came to earth, I thought I’d repeat some old blog posts. This one is from 2017 but it is even more relevant today, in the midst of all […]
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