Loss Teaches Us To Love, Appreciate

He missed my oldest son’s first day of kindergarten and his high school graduation.He never saw my second son kick a game-winning point after touchdown.Never heard my third-born play “Ring of Fire” on the guitar. Never even met my fourth son. He never read my column in The Spokesman-Review.Never saw my short stories printed in myriad anthologies.When my dad died in 1995 at age 68, all I could think was – it’s just too soon/ Cindy Hval , SR Front Porch. More here.

Question: Has the death of a loved one changed you?