A cheesy tribute

My dad is dead. And without him the world feels unsafe.

I had a terrible feeling of foreboding the week before my father died. In those last pre-hospital days I found myself being unable to breathe when I was close to him. The agony of loss had already entered my world and filled me with isolating, crippling terror. My son, Seb, was different; he stayed close to his grandpa. During those last days at my dad’s beach house, Seb would