My boys and I were at a recent mass for my Father-in-law's funeral. As our parents age, I find myself trying to view seasons through their eyes. “As you grow older, you begin to understand: your father was just a man trying his best with what he knew. Forgive him. He was living life for the first time, too.” That quote crossed my social media feed sometime last week. It stopped me in my tracks. The kind of line you screenshot, not to repost, but to sit with. To let its meanin

As we head into a holiday weekend, I'm struck by how chaos can sometimes be comfort in disguise. Sam enjoying his youngest Grandson on a random holiday. Last week, my father-in-law, Sam, passed away after a long fight with Alzheimer’s. It’s a strange kind of heartbreak — the kind where sadness and relief show up together. Relief that he’s finally at peace. Relief that my wife, my sister-in-law, and my mother-in-law no longer have to brace themselves for his confusion about wh

Notes on fatherhood, time, and getting back to the page. I started this blog back in March as a form of catharsis. A place to process life out loud—both the joyful and the jarring—and maybe offer something that resonates with others navigating their own versions of fatherhood, change, and growth. And just like that, they're in 10th and 12th grade. For the first few months, I stayed consistent. The rhythm of writing grounded me. But somewhere along the way, life picked up spee

Three Stories, One Hope, and the Road Ahead A few years ago, a friend asked how I thought Sarah and I were doing as parents. I remember answering, "I think we're doing okay… but check back in about fifteen years for a more definitive answer."  It seems like yesterday. They were so little. But even at a young age, we stretched to give them freedom to explore. That conversation has stuck with me. It's become a quiet prompt, reminding me to step back now and then and ask, How ar