We Carry the Flag
I lost my father in June. I feel lucky that I had my father until I was 43. But at the same time, he was 71. You can also consider that young. He spent the last three months of his life in the hospital. I flew to Turkey in April. I knew this was probably the last time I would see him. That is a strange feeling. You are going to see your father, but at the same time, you know you may also be going there to say goodbye. ...