One Year of Grieving in a Garden

Strawberry shortcake, cucumber seedlings and more things I can't tell my dad

Tomorrow is the anniversary of my dad’s death. It’s an occasion that seems both big and small. Every day since he died has felt like some kind of anniversary. Today is the anniversary of the last day he lived a whole day. It’s the anniversary of the last day I sent him a text. I forwarded him an article about Oregon that I thought he’d be interested in.…