Sunday, August 2, 2015

My dad died 29 years and 3 days ago.  I really miss him.  He lives on through me and my family, but his real physical presence is what I miss.  He was the wise touch stone in my life. I hear him talking to me still, but I long for new words for the new places I’ve traveled since we parted.

I walk these paths for both of us.

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