When I think about my father, the first image that comes to mind is holding his hand as he drove me to the train station six weeks before he died; I had never noticed how beautiful his hands were until I saw them, for the first and last time, entwined in mine.


Something More: Excavating Your Authentic Self (1998)


When I think about my father, the first image that comes to mind is holding his hand as he drove me to the train station six weeks before he died; I...

When I think about my father, the first image that comes to mind is holding his hand as he drove me to the train station six weeks before he died; I...

When I think about my father, the first image that comes to mind is holding his hand as he drove me to the train station six weeks before he died; I...

When I think about my father, the first image that comes to mind is holding his hand as he drove me to the train station six weeks before he died; I...