John Francis Elliot, my father, died twenty years ago on this day: Where were you at my soccer games? Where were you at my high school graduation? Where were you when I graduated college with honors? Where were you when I joined my soul with my wife in marriage? Where were you? Where […]Read more "20 Years"
A child of five years I was Sitting, waiting, confused. People whispering in hushed tones; People crying with sorrowful mourns. “Where’s mommy?” I asked. No response. No one wanted to answer. No one did answer. A child of five I was; Lifted up, looking at, and wondering why Everyone was watching daddy sleep. “Why is […]Read more "The Paradox of Death"