My dad, who has been gone for ten years now, and I seem to miss more and more, would call me whenever there was a storm coming. “Christine, there is a storm coming, and I am afraid we are going to lose power.” “Dad, you say this every time there is a storm coming. Why don’t we get you a generator? Do you want me to work on it?”
No Electricity. Perspective.
No Electricity. Perspective.
No Electricity. Perspective.
My dad, who has been gone for ten years now, and I seem to miss more and more, would call me whenever there was a storm coming. “Christine, there is a storm coming, and I am afraid we are going to lose power.” “Dad, you say this every time there is a storm coming. Why don’t we get you a generator? Do you want me to work on it?”