Dad

27 years ago I lost my Dad. There are times when I think about him the wound feels fresh. As if it happened yesterday. While I know this is not the case, the loss stays with me.

I miss plenty of things about my Dad. His kindness, generosity, perspective about the world. All those things. Most of all, his reassuring voice that no matter what happens in life, life is beautiful and things will always turn out well. As I have gotten older, I realize we need more of that in life.