subject: Losing My Father, Age 94 [print this page] Losing My Father, Age 94 Losing My Father, Age 94
Just like my seven-year old self, I have been stopped, mid-sentence, to discover that my father is gone. And all I want to do is what I did then: plant my feet firmly on the ground, draw in a deep breath, and scream at the top of my lungs, perhaps even loud enough for him to hear me again: "Daddy!"
