Remembering My Dad, still with me 10 years later -James A. Knight
Three years ago, I started this blog at a time when I was having trouble talking about my father's death. That means it took me seven years to talk about what happened that day. That's a long time. Trust me, though, the events of that day played over and over again in my head. After that day -- like many families that have lost someone close-- it is a blurr. I remember Karen being there with me. I remember the limo ride to First Church in Hartford. I remember the Ebony Choral ensemble singing his favorite song "Total Praise." A lot has happened in ten years. A lot has happened in three years since my first blog post. After that first blog post I knew only a few people would read it... so maybe that made it easy to write... well-- here is that posting: On this day back in 2003, I got one of those calls. The kind that you don't want to make or receive. An urgent call from my mom telling me she was booking flight for me to return home-- Something...
