My father is dying.
My father is dying and yesterday I stood for 15 minutes in the aisle of the Hobby Lobby frozen, staring blankly at leather tooling supplies, flooded in memories from his time at Norristown State Hospital.
My father is dying and yesterday I stood for 15 minutes in the aisle of the Hobby Lobby frozen, staring blankly at leather tooling supplies, flooded in memories from his time at Norristown State Hospital.