My Father Was a Reader

And that’s how I want to remember him

Photo: Annelies Geneyn / Unsplash

Death is not something you know until you know. I’ve chosen to start this with a pointless sentence, one that seems so obvious that it’s absurd. I’ve chosen to start this with his death, rather than his life, because that’s how it works in my mind. I don’t first think of his smile, his soft voice, his gentle nature and his unwavering love for me. Instead, when…