I look at the frail manlying in the hospice bedwhose body is slowly giving up.My eyes close. Is he my father?The pillar in my life? It’s tough to acceptbecausemy father stands next to mein the 8×10 frameon the peakof San Gorgonio mountain,highest in Southern California. At 65, he hikedup and down that mountain,18 miles round […]

From his son – until that time…