As I prepare my heart for my second father’s day without my dad, I searched for ways to find peace and I found this post very timely. It is beautiful to me that love doesn’t end with a person’s life, the love my dad gave me flows on and on. Through my life, through the life of my children, he lives and continues to give to others.
Remembering Begins Again
Trent Gilliss, senior editor
An unexpected package arrived in the post several weeks ago. A book. A gift to myself. Something I ordered over a year earlier. A memory of a memory. A truly moving account.
After a year of waiting, Phillip Toledano’s endeavor is finally published — and it’s gorgeous. I felt so utterly fortunate to experience his online chronicle the first time, and now I can hold this elegant book in my hands and share his story with my children. Find a reason to give Days with My Father to someone you care about.