Tonight, folding laundry, I thought of my Dad.
A pair of Steve's windpants (like the ones you used to wear) and that was all it took to get me thinking. Dad, I miss you. Others miss you too. I often wonder how you are...what you are doing...and if you are ok. My faith helps somewhat, but I still have these questions running though my head. I can't think of the last day I haven't had a thought of you. In fact, I don't think there has been a single day since you have passed away, that I have not had something pop into my head that reminded me of you. I like that. I never want to lose this sense of remembrance of you. I like remembering good times, and sometimes I think about the not so good times. Either way, I think of you often.
I love you Dad!
1 comment:
Carlos, I am sorry you have to miss the touch of yor father. It is something I would not wish on anyone.You know that I pray for your family often about this. Love Aunt D.
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