It’s been twenty-eight years since my dad, Sonny, died but he’s present in all the ways he can be – in my head and heart.

We had a thing for clouds, the two of us…

Two days after my dad’s death, hubby Paul and I were tasked with retrieving golf clubs and personal items from Sonny’s country club. We drove there in my dad’s beloved convertible, and I chose to stay in the car while Paul navigated the well-meaning, grief-stricken assemblage of folks who’d gathered, shocked and saddened – ...