It’s a place I go to.  Sometimes.  Where it feels oddly familiar, even though I don’t come from this place.  As if every cell in my body remembers…the past. Boston, Massachusetts

Father Andrew Fabian – A Legend

I got the phone call the morning that he died.  His passing has affected me to the point where I have tried several times for over a week to write a story about Father Andy, but I can’t.  I can’t do it.  It’s almost as if he was too special a person and I am …