Today, August 29th, is the day of my dad’s death. He died of cancer exactly thirteen years ago. Me, my family and my best friend sat down at a picnic table and shared stories about him. And one story that my sister told was this:
When my sisters were young, my dad would always say— randomly, it…
He considered himself to be a Spiritualist, and believed in the supernatural.
On his gravestone, it is written that he was a, “man of letters”.
Supernatural fans, I think we all know what this means.