by Emily Wierenga | Oct 30, 2013 | cancer, death, faith, funerals, imperfect prose, love, marriage, romance
My dad (left) with his older brother, Uncle Dennis, who passed away this week.It was spring and we’d just finished dinner.We were living in Blyth, a small theater town and Mum still sick with brain cancer. Uncle Dennis and Aunt Marion were over, and they’d...