THE HOUSE IS TOO QUIET NOW

I Miss My DadHe lived with me at times. In between recovery centers. Trying to get better.For the last year, he had his own apartment. He was trying. Then we hadn't heard from him for a week. My sister did a welfare check. The police found him deceased in his apartment. No clear answers. No closure.This is my short story about living with my dad, Cliff Willier - my best friend, my rockstar, my Indian guardian angel. Hair flowing in the wind. An artist like a human printer who could make anything. Guitar, harmonica, bike rides, flea markets, and talking almost every day.It's about what it's like to lose your dad without knowing why, and how you learn to live when you never get the answers you need.If you've lost someone without closure, without a final reason, and you're left with guilt, silence, and a house that is too quiet - this book is for you. You're not alone.By Jesse-James Ellis(c) 2026A short memoir for anyone grieving a parent, a best friend, or a loss without answers