September 27: Five Years Later

By Sarah E. Murphy It seems impossible my father has been gone five years. Since I watched “It’s A Wonderful Life,” or willingly listened to Celtic music. Since he enveloped me in the comforting scent of after shave, soap, and wool. Since I went from being a Daddy’s Girl to a Fatherless Daughter. Dad neverContinue reading “September 27: Five Years Later”