by Rebecca Copeland | Jan 19, 2022 | Family
The other day I heard my father’s voice. My father died in 2011. Hearing his voice again was an unexpected treat. Now, before you start envisioning séances and magical meetings, let me explain. I was searching for my father’s birthplace online. Crazy, I know. But... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Jan 5, 2022 | Family
“Come here,” my father said as he stepped off the path. “I have something to show you.” We ducked under branches and tore through brambles. He was always careful to hold the twigs and branches so that they wouldn’t swish back and slap me in the face. We crept down the... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Dec 22, 2021 | Family
The trees were brilliant just a few days ago, their branches a shimmer of scarlet and amber. As I set out for my morning run, I notice they have grown more subdued. The scarlet has faded to russet. I hold out my hand and catch an ocher leaf as it plummets... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Dec 8, 2021 | Family
My father’s later years were difficult. He bounced from one nursing home to another, his peripatetic life precipitated by his refusal to stay where he was put. By the time my father entered his first nursing home, he was losing his ability to walk. He had nearly lost...
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