Otherwise known as the scratching of chickens in the barnyard dirt.

James T. Heaney ~ 1948-2014

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I lost my father yesterday.

He had a history fraught with health problems, and it caught up to him. All too young. He was 65.

I’m still stunned, shocked, numb… all of the above. Waves of grief crash between catatonic lulls of sadness. There is nothing else. I’m no stranger to loss, but this hurts. Badly. I do menial, trivial things to keep busy, keep the waves at bay. My wife, Michele, has been incredible throughout. My light at the end of the tunnel. The kids, they deal in their own way. So young. He loved them all dearly, and it showed on his beaming face whenever he laid eyes on them.

When my mind clears from all of this, I will write about him. People came and went throughout his entire life, but I was the constant since he was 19. I may be the only one who truly knew him, or knew him the most. The stories he has told me over the years could fill a book. Part comedy, part horror story, part crime thriller. All embellished, of course. Yet it’s something I would love to do, to remember him. Not that I could ever forget.

I’ll miss you, Dad. I have and always will love you.

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