I'm writing as a son.

My dad was a legend. Stubborn, old-school Italian. Fixed lawnmowers for a living. Could bring a grown man to tears of laughter just by answering the phone. My friends would come by the house just to hang out with him — and I resented it. I couldn't see what they saw.

I didn't see it until he was gone. That's what this book is about. Not the grief — the blindness. All the ways we put our relationships on autopilot — but especially this one. Only this one doesn't get a second chance.

I wrote it for the person I used to be. Anyone whose dad is still sitting in his favorite chair, still around to call. That window doesn't stay open.

I live in Canfield, Ohio with my wife Madeline and our son. I write, I speak, and I still miss my dad.

A son · Canfield, Ohio