Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on July 31, 2017 by Jan Wilberg
Dad’s signature dish
Dad’s fifth wheel apology
Dad’s coping after
Category: WritingTags: bereavement, grief, haiku, widower

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This one is brilliant. My dad was that guy. His apology was generally a well-cooked meal. His sanctuary when feeling low was chocolate almond ice cream. I get it.
Thanks for sharing. ❤