Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
I do miss you
As I grew I realized my Dad had little time for me. It wasn't personal, as it was the same for my brothers. The man was simply, always gone somewhere. He was one of those people who could not stop; in constant motion as he investigated the world he lived in. There were some good moments and I hang onto those, hoping his life was what he wanted it to be. So I can only guess that the little angels wave goodbye to him every day as he's off to explore another plane.
Yes, I do miss you.