A Daughter's Tribute to Her Father

 

Phoebe Wall Howard writes beautifully about losing her dad. An excerpt:

On Monday morning, I pulled up the windows in his warm second-floor bedroom. A cool breeze blew through the trees and into his Victorian home. Leaves rustled. No freighter horns this morning on the St. Clair River. Papa loved the sound of freighter horns as ships passed Algonac.

All was silent now except for the sound of a motorcycle passing through town.

Even Papa.

He was motionless as I tapped on the keyboard. He always said I have the ability to turn mundane things in life into fascinating tales about real people — including him.

But this is his last headline.