Monday, January 5, 2015

Harold Richardson

Most of the time, I can sit down to write a blog entry a message on Facebook or GoFundMe update in a few minutes.  This entry is an entirely different thing.  This entry, the one I am writing today is one of the hardest, most painful write-ups I have ever done, because it is personal.   It is painful because I knew as I wrote this, my father was on life support, and that he would never come back, he would never come to what we now consider home, a hotel.  That once he was dead, I would be posting this for the entire world to see.