What Did My Departed Loved One Teach Me?

By Patricia P The phone rang early that morning in our Japanese hotel room. My husband said a few words to the caller and then handed the phone to me. Who could be calling so early? Who could be calling at all? We were halfway between our temporary home in Asia and our permanent home in the US, on our way to a wedding, and our first reunion with Dad in almost five years.  And then the phone conversation filtered in to my confused brain, “Your father has died.” My father died? That can’t be...
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