I also appreciated “A Letter at Sunset”. My Dad is still with us but I know I will lose him one day. The story reminded me of the inevitable, which I don’t like to think about. When others are willing to share their loss with us we get a kind of strength from it knowing others have already blazed this trail and found a way to cope and remember their loved one.
Dad took me squirrel hunting starting when I was 8 yrs old. He was no real hunter but he was a country boy and new the basic woodsmanship skills which he passed on to me. We never really meshed, he and I. Me being so serious about my deer hunting and him finding the most joy in the social aspect of hunting and not really caring that much for the hunt itself. But I love him cause he’s my Dad.