My father was a closed mouth man. Only on rare occassions would he share a part of himself. In his later years, his health began to fail and he wasn't able to do the things he loved to do, so I handed him one of those blank book journals and asked him to w...
My mother kept a daily diary from the time she started dating my father in 1955 until a few days before she passed away in 1996. These diaries were never intended for me, and yet there are times that I open them just to hear her voice again. She died when my oldest ...
