BROOKLYN COLLEGE – My father’s day has begun long before I pull myself out of my bed in the morning. His departure from my home in the wee hours of the morning means a day filled with exertion, physically and emotionally. Yet when he comes back home, exhaustion imprinted on his face and posture, his tenor remains resolute.
Only when he makes his way over to sit down, to review the day and to catch up with his family, does he let himself sigh.
“Today, we buried five,” he says.