And so, the time has come to start posting/journaling/blogging again. I was originally going to wait until January, then I decided I’d resume on Solstice Day, because of the nifty symbolism of it. But no, I’m doing it today. Today seems right. Here’s why:

Today (December 17th) is the one-year anniversary of the death of my father, Robert Bradley. If you’d like a refresher of the sturm-und-drang of all that, you can go back and read these posts: [ My Father | Two Irish-American Guys and their Fathers | Father's Day]

But back to the present: I learned two days ago – in a note enclosed in a Christmas card from my aunt – that they finally decided to have a memorial for Dad and spread his ashes at the cemetery in Midland, MI where other family members are buried. The memorial was held on October 16th. According to the note, six people were in attendance. None of them was me. I wasn’t informed, until two days ago, almost two months after the memorial. Read the full post.