Another Father’s Day is here. My Father passed away fifty-one years ago. Dad was age forty-nine when he passed, so he has now been dead longer than he was alive. His body may have died, but my Father is very much alive.
When I look into the mirror to shave, I see Dad staring out. I used to watch him shave in the mornings when I was a kid. Oh, I wanted to have a beard and be a grown man. After…
