Stories from the journey of fatherhood & brotherhood
Every day counts. Intellectually I understand this and I’ve certainly heard it enough times. But on this particular weekend in December 2019 it landed for me. My dad is in his 89th year of life. For the last 10 years, the length of that life, farming for 55 years and living alone in northern Minnesota has started to catch up. As a son, it’s painful to see the guy you know to be strong, tough, even invincible wear down.
My dad and I didn’t have a close...