One of Those Days [Thirty Years Later]

by Molly Jo Realy @MollyJoRealy

August 4th is always worth remembering. At least in my family. It’s not a holiday. No anniversary or birthday. It’s much more somber. It’s the day my Dad died.

And this time, it’s been thirty years. It just happened; it happened a lifetime ago.

I was young, then; in age and in mind. I was 13 with no mind to chase boys but less desire to play with dolls. I was in that stage. I sat at the kitchen table looking through the brand new JCPenney’s winter catalog. The one that every kid waited for. … read the rest. . .

Sweeten my tea and share: