~I think of my dad everyday. I wonder what he would think about the hot topics in the world today, Iraq, the election, mortgages, global warming.~I wonder what he would think about our life here in Texas, our children, our difficult decision to leave the army, our chickens.
~I wonder what he would say about where I am in my life right now. What advice would he give me if I came to him with the things that weigh heavy on my heart and mind?
~I think about playing catch with him (I was hopeless), and being carried, sleepily into the house on his big shoulder and I think about things that he told me, moments when he was in tune to me and told me what I needed to hear. . .
. . . and I miss him.
4 comments:
I miss him, too, Rachel.
um, why am i crying at 9am? sweet post, rachel
what a great photo, rachel--your dad was always too hip for words.
you KNOW he'd have a VERY STRONG opinion about everything going on in the world--that's what made him so interesting.
thinking of you today
When Joshua first saw the pictures of the family in our hippie attire (circa '70-'71), he laughed until he had tears in his eyes. : )
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