Hope: A Story of Healing

Once there was a girl who lost her father. She called herself Hope. An empty space occupied her father’s favorite chair—the sleek leather one with a matching ottoman that he never used. An empty space sat in the captain’s chair at the head of the kitchen table in the quiet suburban home where Hope had…

Present, Not Perfect: Eulogy and Letter to My Dad

Here is what I know:  On September 20, 2014, after struggling with ever-worsening pain and addiction, my dad took his own life. Here is what I don’t know:  Why he thought this was the only solution. The following eulogy, written by me, was graciously delivered by Rev. Carl Gnewuch during my dad’s memorial service at Prince of…