The Authentic Eclectic

Slippin’ Into Darkness

My dad left me a grimoire and a .45 revolver when he died.

Image by Here and now, unfortunately, ends my journey on Pixabay from Pixabay

When dad was dying from cirrhosis of the liver and renal failure in the summer of 2007, I was just making my final moves to the UK. I lingered to see him go. He had always been a big man, over 6 feet tall and with a full red beard that greyed like an evil vizier’s…