Four years is a long time.
On this day, four years ago, I got the worst phone call of my life. My father had passed away.
He was ready. I know that’s strange to say, but he’d told me. He was in pain. And he’d lived a full life, if not a long one. His adventures were legend. He was legend. Larger than life, in every way.
And then he was gone.
But he isn’t. Not really. He never will be. The stories will carry me home.
The Opportunity Machine 